"Death Passed Their Way"

Quietly into the forest, I boldly go
Armed with arrows and my trusty ole bow
The birds and the squirrels playing in the trees
Chattering and laughing among the fall leaves
Silently I pass and raise no alarm
The branches gently touch, then slide from my arm
Eyes to the path and the tracks that I follow
Lead to the trophy that hides in the hollow
Heart beating loudly, yet not to be heard
The excitement of the hunt cannot be put in word
When I see across the hollow, the little buck deer
Munching the clover, not knowing deaths near
I go to one knee, as if in slow motion
The bow and the arrow respond with devotion
The little buck deer, has now passed away
And I give thanks to the Great Spirit, for the gift of this day!
With trophy upon shoulder, I'm now homeward bound
And slip from the forest with nary a sound
Leaving the birds and the squirrels chattering away
Never knowing that death had just passed their way.........TW

TW Congratulations....  

That was great! Thanks for sharing  

Very, very, good!!

Wow that was great Tw!! Thanks for writing that. I could see it as I read it. Very well done  

Fantastic! Well done.

Martin

Poetry has most always been hard for me, in all aspects. However, I love the rhythm, flow, and sense of this one. Fine job IMO

It's obvious, Trad Gang talent extends well past bowyers and arrow makers. Very well done.

TW, Well done sir.

Awesome job      

Well done    

That sums it all up perfectly.

   

Very well done.  

     
ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC!!!

That is awesome...good work T.W.!!    

     

Excellent! Well Done!    

Thank you for the great comments! Many of you have been reading my stuff for a while now so, I felt it was time for another. One day, I may put together a little book for reading while in the field.   :D

That's a great idea Tw. I've enjoyed everything you have written.