Sweet Home Minnesota Heather Reddemann | Poetry | Home |
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There is no place that I would rather be
No price to pay for such sweet memories
Get up early before the Earth is awake
Hop in the truck and get ready to go
Quietly we make our way to the spot
Dad, John, Harry and me-don't forget
Jake my favorite hunting lab
Waders bout fill up with that icy cold water
As we get set up and look out-silence is kept like a moment in time
The cattails sway in the screeching wind
The water ripples across the marsh
And the decoys rock up and down
Your cold crisp breathe makes a swirl in the air
Waiting for the sun to rise above the sky
Until then it's waiting time
Patients and laughter fill that very blind
Marsh wrens hopping around
A cocky pheasant rooster cackles behind
Shotgun in hand and a relaxed peace of mind
Where love and good times echo through that spot
And where a sight of a curly-Q keeps us coming back every fall
There is no place that I would rather be.....
