Opening Day
On your way
With your bird dogs
It’s the best life can be
Another season you’ve made
To go forth behind them
As they surge before you
Seeking scent on the breeze
Scent of quail or woodcock
Or north or west of ruffed grouse
Noble birds all
To be found and pointed
By one while the other honors
There is no sport
Can come close to its joy
So go forth do not miss it
On Opening Day
Soon enough you will be
Going only in memory
Your legs will betray you
You will be too unsteady
To go forth Opening Day
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