Here is what I got. LOL
The cool air nips, the sun hangs low,
A canvas stretched, the fields aglow.
Not lead nor fire, but whispered hush,An air gun held, a gentle crush.
The weight of wood, a polished gleam,
A beady sight, a focused dream.
A target waits, a distant ring,
Where feathered flight takes wing on wing.
A careful breath, a steady hand,
The pump's soft sigh across the land.
The pellet clicks, a silent vow,
To test the skill, and bring it down.
A finger tight, a trigger squeeze,
A puff of air that sets it free.
A fleeting hiss, a moment's flight,
Then wood it meets, with gentle bite.
No deafening boom,
no startled cry,
Just nature's peace beneath the sky.
A skill that tests, a focus keen,
Respect for life, on a grassy scene.
The target falls, a paper prize,But in the heart, a different prize.The joy of aim, the patient quest,A bond with nature, put to test.
So let the sun dip low and red,The air gun hums, the thoughts are fed.A quiet sport, a mindful art,Where skill and nature play their part.
The cool air nips, the sun hangs low,
A canvas stretched, the fields aglow.
Not lead nor fire, but whispered hush,An air gun held, a gentle crush.
The weight of wood, a polished gleam,
A beady sight, a focused dream.
A target waits, a distant ring,
Where feathered flight takes wing on wing.
A careful breath, a steady hand,
The pump's soft sigh across the land.
The pellet clicks, a silent vow,
To test the skill, and bring it down.
A finger tight, a trigger squeeze,
A puff of air that sets it free.
A fleeting hiss, a moment's flight,
Then wood it meets, with gentle bite.
No deafening boom,
no startled cry,
Just nature's peace beneath the sky.
A skill that tests, a focus keen,
Respect for life, on a grassy scene.
The target falls, a paper prize,But in the heart, a different prize.The joy of aim, the patient quest,A bond with nature, put to test.
So let the sun dip low and red,The air gun hums, the thoughts are fed.A quiet sport, a mindful art,Where skill and nature play their part.