Author unknown but has been hanging on my wall for over 25 years. Seems a fitting tribute for Lee.
The Waterfowler
When the leaves start to drop in the warm autumn sun,
It’s just about time to dig out your gun,
It’s been a long year since you put it away,
And your patience is waning for this year’s opening day,
For the call to the hunt spreads out like a fever,
From the impatient hunter to his anxious retriever,
You watch every day for the migration news,
To help you determine the spot you should choose,
To start off this season as right as you can,
To face this year’s challenge between nature and man,
Pity the non-hunter for he’ll never know,
The joy you find in the wind, rain, and snow,
For he’ll never see a flock coming in,
Hear the beat of the wings as they veer off again,
Nor watch a high flock just passing by,
Turn at your call and drop from the sky,
No he’ll never see the dog’s native skill,
Their power and courage, obedience and will,
Nor welcome the sun as it breaks through the haze,
With the promise of good things on this finest of days,
So be glad you are a hunter and able to share,
All the beauties and wonders waiting out there.