I hate the shortening of the days
When fall drifts in at summer’s end
But there are compensations still
The cool allows us to loose our bird dogs
That soon will fill our days though short with joy
As after grouse and quail we quest
I hate the shortening of the days
When fall drifts in at summer’s end
But there are compensations still
The cool allows us to loose our bird dogs
That soon will fill our days though short with joy
As after grouse and quail we quest