The Hunt
Though I’ve hunted many a time
It makes me want to sit down and cry
When I remember the creature
I shot that managed to crawl away.
I was climbing a hill that sunny day
When from a pile of well-dried hay
Flew a grouse of plumage gray
I raised my gun as I often have
and drew a bead on that bird.
I squeezed the trigger,
The gun roared
and from the barrel BB’s poured.
The shot hit the target but not too square
As feathers flew
I knew I got that gracious bird.
To my surprise my astonished eyes
Couldn’t find that bird.
I knew I had hit him but finally realized
That he had crawled away to die.
I left that hill sorrowed inside.
- Donald Arthur March 31, 1968
May 7, 2019 @ 2:15 am
Dick:
My 4th child is named Karlyn. She is now 18 and just finished her freshman year at engineering school at ECU. I told my wife (Terri) 19 years ago that I thought that your mother had the most wonderful name, to match her personalty, that I wanted to name our last child Karlyn. Terri only remembered that she liked the name, meaning “strong woman” in German. But she did not remember that it was a name that I associated with my childhood. So, she looked it up on the internet tonight, and sure enough, now she believes it. My first born (since it had to be electrical with the last name of Voltz, and I was an Electrical Engineer) was named Megan…….get it……Megavolts??? Have to have a sense of humor.
However, Karlyn absolutely loves her name. She met 3 other young women at college named Karlyn, and those are the only others she has met.