Maybe I've been reading too much Tennyson, and maybe this is too "sensitive" for some, but sitting out there in the beautiful October woods, I couldn't help but craft this little ode to bowhunting!
Up a tree with a bow in hand, waiting for beasts unknown to man
When through the dim and mists appear, a stag, seasoned by many a year.
Who knows the places it went, the shelter it sought when the heavens did vent?
What joy did it know, what pain laid him low?
- The hunter may never find out -
Quick with the arrow, the chance is narrow!
Send it straight through the heart.
Red stains the ground, the stag will be found
And life all over again will start.
Hope you guys enjoy it ;)
~ Shan
:thumbsup: Good one!
Very nice, thanks for sharing... :thumbsup:
Quite Nice! :thumbsup:
Nice!
:thumbsup:
I like it
Thanks gents, im sure you've all been inspired by nature in different ways :D
Thanks for sharing, great poem. :thumbsup:
Nice!
Bisch
Cool!
Sequoia- that was great brother
Very nice...good way to start the morning.
Great job. Thanks, Ken
I like it, thanks for sharing.
I like it. Do it again. Thanks for sharing. :thumbsup:
Ya' did good!
Here is one the older guys here:
I look in the mirror, what do I see?
The man in the mirror, he is too old to be me.
The man in the mirror, he is at least sixty three.
It is an old man, that can't be me.
The man in the mirror has to squint to see,
My eyes were perfect, that can't be me.
The man in the mirror, he has no hair.
The man in the mirror, his head is bare.
That can't be me, it is just not fair.
The man has trouble with his memory.
I never forgot, that can't be me.
The man in the mirror has hands that shake.
His hands are weak and always ache.
The man in the mirror has a ceramic and metal knee
Mine are real, that is not me.
The man in the mirror use to jump and run.
The man in the mirror can't have that fun.
The man in the mirror can run no more.
The man in the mirror is too tired and sore.
The man in the mirror had big dreams.
He wanted to hunt and fish the streams.
He never minded being alone.
The woods and rivers were as good as home.
Mr. Sullins, thats awesome. Very good. thanks all for the comments!
Great poem !!!
Love that you shared it with us
The talent of the tradgang never ceases to amaze.
Good stuff right there. :thumbsup:
thanks to all.
~Shan