Dawn on the Water

Morning breaks, quiet and still,

Muzzle loaded, ready to thrill.

Feel the chill, as the sky turns pink,

Duck calls echo, hear the water's wink.

Boots in mud, decoys in hand,

Stretch of the lake, where I make my stand.

Silent wait, beneath the dawn,

Patience sells, as the day goes on.

Country air, thick with hope,

Breathe it in, as the wild roosters crope.

Every splash, a story told,

In this season, brave and bold.

Duck hunting, in thebreak of day,

Nature's symphony, in her own way.

Shotgun's boom, silent tears,

Memories made, through the years.

Pockets full of shells, eyes on the sky,

Clouds drift by as the dreams fly high.

Water's mirror, reflects my face,

Chasing ducks in the morning grace.

Country air, thick with hope,

Breathe it in, as the wild roosters crope.

Every splash, a story told,

In this season, brave and bold.

Duck hunting, in thebreak of day,

Nature's symphony, in her own way.

Shotgun's boom, silent tears,

Memories made, through the years.

Sun climbs high, but I won't tire,

Spirit of the hunt, takes me higher.

Friendships forged in dawn's first light,

Binding us with wilderness' delight.

As the shadows stretch and fade away,

I thank the land for this good day.

Till next season, I’ll hold dear,

Duck hunting, my heart's frontier.