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a Hunting Poem

Started by Shan, October 22, 2012, 06:04:00 PM

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Shan

October 22, 2012, 06:04:00 PM
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
Semper Fidelis

wooddamon1

#1
October 22, 2012, 06:29:00 PM
:thumbsup:  Good one!
"The history of the bow and arrow is the history of mankind..."-Fred Bear

Rustic

#2
October 22, 2012, 06:50:00 PM
Very nice, thanks for sharing...  :thumbsup:
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Shakes.602

#3
October 22, 2012, 08:54:00 PM
Quite Nice!  :thumbsup:
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ti-guy

#4
October 22, 2012, 09:02:00 PM
Nice!
An arrow can only be shot by pulling it backward.So when life is dragging you back with difficulties, it means that it's going to launch you into something great.

Mark Baker

#5
October 22, 2012, 11:43:00 PM
:thumbsup:
My head is full of wanderlust, my quiver's full of hope.  I've got the urge to walk the prairie and chase the antelope! - Nimrod Neurosis

huntsman247

#6
October 22, 2012, 11:48:00 PM
I like it

Shan

#7
October 23, 2012, 12:24:00 AM
Thanks gents, im sure you've all been inspired by nature in different ways   :D
Semper Fidelis

Richie

#8
October 23, 2012, 12:27:00 AM
Thanks for sharing, great poem.  :thumbsup:
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mmgrode

#10
October 23, 2012, 12:37:00 AM
Cool!
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Brianlocal3

#11
October 23, 2012, 09:55:00 AM
Sequoia- that was great brother
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#12
October 23, 2012, 10:46:00 AM
Very nice...good way to start the morning.
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ken denton

#13
October 23, 2012, 02:45:00 PM
Great job. Thanks, Ken
"Arrows into the wind", What a wounderful sight!!!

Craig Schoneberg

#14
October 23, 2012, 03:14:00 PM
I like it, thanks for sharing.
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Bill Turner

#15
October 23, 2012, 04:47:00 PM
I like it. Do it again. Thanks for sharing.   :thumbsup:

Ric O'Shay

#16
October 23, 2012, 04:49:00 PM
Ya' did good!
I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just.   - Thomas Jefferson

Cherokee Scout

#17
October 23, 2012, 07:41:00 PM
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.
John

Shan

#18
October 23, 2012, 08:37:00 PM
Mr. Sullins, thats awesome. Very good. thanks all for the comments!
Semper Fidelis

ghall80

#19
October 23, 2012, 09:33:00 PM
Great poem !!!
Love that you shared it with us
Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway--JOHN WAYNE
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