The Trophy


He shot the largest deer that day,
Got him right between the eyes,
A trophy and a mounted head
He received as the first prize.

They took a lot of pictures at the hunt,
Though he received just one ...
He couldn't wait to bring it home
And show it to his youngest son.


When little Timmy looked at the picture,
A tear came to his eye,
"I'm really happy for you dad,
And I'm sorry if I cry."

"Gee, he must have been beautiful dad,
And I bet he sure could run ...
Just moments before he was roaming free,
‘Til you shot him with your gun."


"And suppose he had a little son
Who loved him as I love you,
There'd be no one to protect him now,
As only a father can do."

He thought to himself,  "What a wonderful boy!"
Then he turned and said to his wife,
"This trophy that I have in my hand
Will haunt me for the rest of my life."

Elaine V. Hall ~
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