Up before the crack of dawn,
driving down a lonely highway,
My only companion my rifle,
with deer season starting today.
Pulling off the paved road,
on the foggy gravel road before me,
A lonely sleepy road to no where,
looking for that familiar tree.
Getting out of my truck at,
the place where I enter the wood,
On foot I have to trek to,
where for years my stand has stood.
I climb up into the stand,
about twelve feet off the ground,
All of the creatures are still asleep.
and the world has not a sound.
The sun now nears the horizon lighting ting it in a gentle glow,
The wind carrying the cold mist like a shimmering diamonds flow.
The would around come to life with,
chirping birds and chattering squirrels I hear,
Watching me from the surrounding trees,
accepting my presence without fear.
The time begins to roll on,
sitting in this stand alone,
There is a certain tranquil peace,
without laptop, camera, and phone.
The time is now near noon,
as I climb down out of my stand,
Seven hours I’ve sat silent and still,
to eat and stretch does my body demand.
So I eat my lunch of crackers and cheese,
and settle in for a little nap,
An hour of sleep to rest my tired body and mind,
and I jump awake with a snap.
For now on the ground I’ll stay,
to stalk deer like the hunters of old,
Creeping and crawling under tree and briar,
not the easiest way to hunt I’m told.
So silently I stalk through the underbrush,
through thickets I make my way,
Pitting my skill against the deer’s stealth,
the dears stealth has won this day.
So back to my truck I return,
as an hour ago dark had closed in,
Though I’m leaving empty handed,
determined tomorrow I’ll try again.
Author notes
Not a very well written poem but I needed something to break writers block and this succeeded. Yes I know this poem isn't gonna be popular with many people because of the whole save the fury things movements and I wont get into that debate on here. This poem though is based out of my memories as a teen going hunting with my dad. I had to pull from my memories for this one. And yes I enjoyed the hunting trips on the days I shot a deer as much as the days I didn't. This poem was written June 13th 2008.
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hmmm
deer are scary when they grow up so i dont mind xD great write hun
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You are afraid of deer. Thats a first.
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This is a good write
A lot of feeling and detail put into this work its as though I were right there beside you .
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Yeah i think I tried a little to hard on this one but in the end it was passable. With my nature or action oriented poems I want the reader to feel like ehy are right there beside me.
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Your authors notes sum up my feelings on the poem, I'm afraid.
As for the poem, writing anything about memories I love, yes, even this.
Thanks for sharing...Sue
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Once again a cultural differnce but i do thank you for supporting me with my writings.
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Just for your author notes;
I LOVE HUNTING
MEAT IS DELICIOUS!!
I go hunting sometimes too, y'know. I'm alright with a rifle when I'm standing up but when I'm laying down; in that ol' sniper position, I'm very good at it. When I took my hunting courses, I'd almost never miss the target when I was laying down. Yay! So be warned...
I could keeel you!
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This is a good poem, btw, it's good to see you're getting the hang of couplet style poetry.
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The lines were far to uneven to have it as a 4 line stanza so I jsut went with the rhyming couplets. And I'm a real good shot too. maybe we should compete against each other someday.
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Well security guard/army reserve guy;
You'll probably win. -
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Hey I was active duty in the army and i could consistantly hit targets out to 550m away. So no I'm not a bad shot.
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That's why I said you'd win;
were you not paying attention?
I said so
right up there
it's still there
read it again
I said you'd win!
Why do you always yell at me ;__; -
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Goofy I am not yelling at you.
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