[wrenchman]

My son wrote this in school for a grade he just turned 14

The last hunt
In the cold of the new fallen snow
Begins a brand new day
In the warmth of the sunlights glow
I sit and wait for my prey.

The air is crisp and cold
The last hunt of the year
My aim is true and bold
At last i harvest a deer.

I found it in the trash my wife said he didnt like it.
The teachers he has are supportive of him and his hunting he has taken 2 deer with a gun he is after one with a bow