I’ll be hunting grouse tomorrow
In the mountains of West Virginia
Behind setters as always
Same as I have sixty years
But I’ll be there virtually
Represented by my get
Son Scott and Grandson Thomas
“T” for short
At 87 I cannot climb those mountains anymore
But I’ll be there in spirit
Happy to know they are climbing where
I climbed with my sons Scott and David
So many days in years gone by
Climbing in the hope
A setter will point
A grouse will flush
And fly across the sky
Present a shot-or not
Does not matter
Just to know
The grouse is there
Is all we care—my sons and grandson and our setters