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This Moment

This Moment By Joe Cundiff   The wind blows A melodious whirl Whispering through evergreens Dancing with the clatter Of leaves dangling And pushing piles Of the fallen Swirling, twirling Along the ridge And across the meadow Subsiding then to a gentle hush And the silent peaceful Sounds of light And this moment Should it …

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The Trophy

In all the hours of practice, I had not attempted a shot that remotely resembled the one I was getting ready to take. My knees dug into the earth and innately my upper body leaned forward to compensate for the steep angle of the sloping hillside. Oblivious to the obstacles, instinct prevailed. Peering through the peephole sight, I found the bull. He walked past the tree and stopped. The trophy stood thirty-two yards away, broadside and unobstructed.

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