lte_622

As the morning woods come alive,
I sit motionless underneath this old beehive.
My eyes are scanning for any movement at all,
As I sit here in this morning of Fall.
I hear movement to my right,
As I turn I see a massive ten-point buck within my sight.
He turns and looks at me and I stay motionless,
For if he spots me I will be in a mess.
He turns and walks behind a thicket of trees,
And I struggle to draw back for it is not a breeze.
In the opening stands this wild beast,
As I watch my arrow fly, it is perfect none the least.
As I watch him run his last fifty yards,
I know that God himself has dealt me the right set of cards.

BobCo19-65

Good stuff, thanks for sharing.

nubo

Sound's great Ite ,thought maybe you had a good ole turkey story for me .

nubo

r33h

nice

Diesel77

Thats pretty darn good


I guess the one that goes "There once was a girl from Nantucket ........" really doesnt work with 622's poem??

lte_622

that was a poem for my English class so I could pass the class.

Diesel77

Well you should be proud of yourself you did very very good.

dukemichaels

A poem more suiting to myself....[:@]

Here walks a Buck
I hope I get the shot
The buck turns too.. I am in luck
I get ready to pick the sweet spot

DAMN THE DEER'S SHOULDER BLADE
DAMN THE DEER'S SHOULDER BLADE

Thank you.

lte_622

nice Im sure many people could apply to that

JoeRE

two thumbs up