THE UNDERRATED SWAMP PEOPLE – A POEM

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This is one of my favorite shows.

I have so much respect for the men and women gator hunters!

Late to bed early to rise,
body aching, eye on the prize.
Bills to pay, food to buy,
tags to fill, no time to slack.

Guns full of ammo,
vehicles filled with gas.
Bate on the lines, gators to catch.
Knocking on heavens door every hour of the day

Poaching thieves stealing gators,
population must be kept in check.
Hot heat, stinky meat,
Money made gator hunting, so sweet.

When you’re born on the bayou it’s never easy,
only the strong can and will survive.
Swamp People, our underrated heroes
who protect us all from gator growth and

                  DEMISE

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