I shot a buck the other day,
And after the shot, he ran away.
The reason he ran and did not die,
I shot him with my searching eye.


I shot a bird upon the wing,
But still he trills and continues to sing.
He lifts his head to rise and fly,
Because I he loves the arching sky.


The buck and bird still play and live,
And share the beauty which they give.
The buck can run, the bird can fly,
Because I shot them with my eye;
In joy, with my searching eye.

My great grandfather wrote this

Thats absolutely beautiful Up.


Thank you.


He wrote some great words your grandfather.

Your grandfather wrote great...

he wrote poems, short stories and songs

He also wrote many sermons still used today

Would love to hear more.




Maybe put together a book of his stuff for Bug.

I have two books already, one is 247 pages and the other is about the same.

One of his songs was Abiding Love used by many church hymnals

Me see it, me see it.

I mean, thems.