This poem is connected to the hunting metaphor. For the non-hunter, the title suggests a four-foot lead at thirty yards when properly shotgunning.


Four at Thirty

Self doubt, the enemy of shooting ducks
and writing
The lead too hesitant, swing through
Five yards at thirty,
or is it four?

Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

THE SMELL OF TWEED
AND TOBACCO

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