In Memory of Grandpa

It's almost been three years since you've been gone, Grandpa. But the woods

still call, I keep movin' on. Your old 25-0 sits

rest in my hands. Feels like you're here guiding

where I stand. I can feel you right by my side. Through the autumn

wind and the morning light. Every shot I take,

I hear your voice. Teaching me patience, steady my choice. Though I hunt

these fields all by myself. Your spirit's here more than anyone else.

The leaves are turning, the season's begun. But it's harder now without you