The Upland Life–A Poem of Sorts
It was about a year and a half ago that I met a guy and did a bit of chasing grouse with him and our dogs.
This writing came from my first impressions of him and our conversations.
Decisions and choices. I’m glad to have become his friend. I could go on and on about this, but he may stop in to read this blog and I think I’ll spare him my goings on.
The Upland Life
An English Setter by his side
and that old Parker gun
To walk the colored October wood
Made warm in golden sun
He caught a dream the upland life
As others had before
To love the King and where he flew
And that Parker twenty bore
The years return less than he gave
The way he chose to run
The English Setter by his side
And that old Parker gun
Fourteen years and ya they’ve aged
Just about the same
Now moving stiff and a little slow
Ruffed Grouse is still the game
He doesn’t wear his bona fides
as a patch upon his sleeve
But reflected rather in the eyes
of what his ‘Bird Dog’ sees
Two old sages side by side
And a bird that is called a King
Making memories slow to fade
Called forth– the dog bell rings
Of Upland Birds, Setters and Trout 
Loved it Parker!