Old Summer's By: Seth Kiser

We all sit,

Warm bowl of chilli.

I hear my dad say

"how was your day?"

I reply "good how was yours?"

We come from irish,

We come from germans,

We shoot guns all the time.

We love to hunt!

We farm in the hot summer,

We went to the beach during summer.

We loved to watch our old west movies

and listen to our country music.

We had dark times;

My great grandma passed

there was mourning,

It was sad.

We loved her but she in a better place.

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