Poem by 8yr old, George D. Warner, Jr. From his book Get Outdoors, and Kookin tha Katch.
We arose at four and started,
Eating breakfast at my home.
Then to Concordia woods,
Where the squirrels feed and roam.
When we first saw daylight,
We were passing Waxsaw Station.
Soon we joined hunters,
At the Sunnywild Plantation.
When the sun came out to greet us,
We had a squirrel up a tree.
As I was just a tenderfoot,
They gave the first squirrel to me.
Bang! Went my Winchester,
Down the squirrel came.
To others it looked so small,
To me it was big game.
The day was filled with pleasure,
Ole Sport hunted until late.
Tho I was a tenderfoot,
During the day I killed eight.
That night when we ate supper,
I was too exhausted to move about.
But I would have burst my belly,
If my jaw bones had held out.
We arose at four and started,
Eating breakfast at my home.
Then to Concordia woods,
Where the squirrels feed and roam.
When we first saw daylight,
We were passing Waxsaw Station.
Soon we joined hunters,
At the Sunnywild Plantation.
When the sun came out to greet us,
We had a squirrel up a tree.
As I was just a tenderfoot,
They gave the first squirrel to me.
Bang! Went my Winchester,
Down the squirrel came.
To others it looked so small,
To me it was big game.
The day was filled with pleasure,
Ole Sport hunted until late.
Tho I was a tenderfoot,
During the day I killed eight.
That night when we ate supper,
I was too exhausted to move about.
But I would have burst my belly,
If my jaw bones had held out.