First time firing a shotgun – a kind of Sunday school poem
It’s Sunday and I’m reminded of the first time I fired a shotgun: single-barrel, old as a tree, and heavyas a weavers beam. The stock, cored-outand ...
It’s Sunday and I’m reminded of the first time I fired a shotgun: single-barrel, old as a tree, and heavyas a weavers beam. The stock, cored-outand ...