In memory of James C. Bowser, who passed away five years ago today.

A memory for DadCamouflage and heavy bootsA license, hat and gunThe crunch of leaves beneath your feetA deer, dressed out and hung.Memories of you are mixedWith tree stands and a dusting of snowSitting around each evening togetherIn a fires warm gentle glow.Time has moved so quicklyThe sights and smells of fall are hereThe crisp cold air has returnedSo has the pain of losing you this time of year.Then I think with just a smileThat you're just out hunting for awhileAnd when my days have come to an endI'll meet you back at camp again.

By L.S.