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The Deer Camp

by Lisa Norman

 

Juneberry a place where

Cows moo

Horses eat

The farmer is up at the crack of dawn

Kids waking up and screaming

The clock stikes eleven oíclock

Hunters come in

They eat like pigs and get ready to leave again

The kids chasing after the hunters so they can go

Itís finally peaceful

We can finally relax

The smell of the manuer and drifting off to a deep sleep

Until itís disturbed again by the noises of the loud children

Some people call it a cabin

But I called it my home

Juneberry