Below is a poem that I wrote recently that all traditonal bowhunters will enjoy.
Another Hunter
By Nathan Antone Meek
Alone I thought I'd be
Alone from my fellow man
Alone with only fellow creatures
Alone on a windswept ridge
Alone amongst the sage and pine
Alone with the rattlesnake and red-tailed hawk
Alone on a western plain
Alone with my bow and a quiver of arrows
Alone as I stalk the deer
Alone was she, the deer
Alone we thought we'd be
Alone in her bed under a tree
Alone I am after she smells me
Alone I thought I'd but a matter of few feet lays a stone arrowhead
I'm not alone and not the first who tracks the deer
Very good Nathan! Been a long winter round here, ain't it? Good time to sharpen that pencil and write some poems. Do us some more!
Nathan, Very nice Poem. Glad too see that you are multi talented. Welcome aboard. Don
Nice! :thumbsup:
Good to remember the others who went before.
I enjoyed your poem and your thoughts.
Thank you for sharing.
God bless,Mudd
PS: There aren't many more magical moments than when you find a stone point and while picking it up your mind reels at the thought of the last human hand that was holding it.
Thanks for the feed back I got one more that I wrote recently for extra credit class for English 2 in college..
We are not the first to come this way, hopfully we will not be the last!
Great Poem NateDog!.........♠
Cool read!
Bisch
very nice, i really enjoyed it! every now and then the urge strikes me to put pen to paper too!
Here is another poem that I wrote..
Once a Bison
He lay in the earth
Under years of dirt and rock
Seasons of cold and hot
In a tomb lost from sight
A tomb of sands and clays
Once a king of great power
Now he lays covered
In a crypt of timeless age
Now after thousands of seasons
The ancient tomb is broken
Just a horn peaks through the sand
Here is another that I wrote a while back that I dug up in one of my hunting journals..
What Drives Us?
Why we hunt?
Just to hear things, that others don't
The roar of an elk as he bugles in the canyon
The cry of a coyote on a wintery night
The bay of hounds on the track
The whisper of the leaves
The moan of a moose sick in love
Why we hunt?
Just to see things, that others don't
The doe deer as she scratches her ear
The smile of a fellow hunter with their first deer
The cedar arrow as she arcs in flight
The sunrise as it comes over the mountain
The grouse as it struts across the trail
Why we hunt?
Just to feel things, that others don't
The sweetness of a bow in your hand
The crisp air on your skin waiting for the deer
The warm feeling of success after years of waiting
The brief sadness after we take another creature's life
The happiness of just a day in the field
Why we hunt?
A good question, only a hunter can answer
Nice poem
Your poems are great reads, you have a unique talent.
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the feedback, I enjoy writing poems about the natural world and hunting.
Here I sit all broken-hearted...
Watching as the deer departed...
My shot was well above his back...
Now all that is left, is his track...
And I am back where I started...
HUNGRY!