177 Hunters

Only shoot what's in season, hunters of the autumn depression.
I will send my sons out as retrievers to save your dogs.

Fields to the tree lines, full of pheasants, groundhogs, cross-haired …
the finger trembles to think of deer nibbling at cornhusks.

My guns stay on the rack, well-oiled, the boys too young to trust;
I find the wind gets in my bones no matter how much coffee.

Take your limit, but leave off something by the stable door.
Something tasty, I don't care, and don't mind the dead calf.

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Biography

Andrew Grossman began the poetry database at www.poeticcopy.com to realize his goal of using poetry to communicate understanding, peace and caring among people of different religious, cultural and lifestyle beliefs. The unity between humanity and nature is for him the template for creating unity among all humanity. Publications include: Altadena Review, Ariel, Connecticut River Review, Ball State University Forum, Monocacy Valley Review , Visions, Whetstone. He has been include in the following anthologies: Annual Survey of American Poetry, Young American Poets, New Poets. He received honourable mention from Poetry Society of America.