hey guys i was cleaning out my truck and ran across a poem i wrote while
i was on deployment in the marine corps,i was a scout sniper and missed several seasons but now i am back ,and i wanted to share with you guys this part of my life and how i kept the passion even while hundreds of miles away and in the middle of the ocean .tell me what you think please.

As the hunter will rise,sleep still filling his eyes
the time has come once again,to hunt the animal who
knows no end,cofee,breakfast and out the door...to get to his stand
daylight or before ,just knowing this is his year to score.

The morning air is crisp and clean,while the frost still glistens and gleems..
his body and soul and senses are keen

For to the truck he quickly scampers..praying the ignition will not be tampered,knowing if he is late his chances will greatly be dampered

The morning road is still dark and untraveled..not knowing what mystery the days hunt will soon unravel..he arrives where the woods are untraveled

As he steps into the crisp morning air,bow in hand feeling the weather and
his luck are just dand ..he takes his first steps toward his morning stand.

As of now the forrest seems barren and without life...he knows as soon as the sun rises,the story will be told ..wildlife enough for the young and old

Finally to the stand ,the hunter is sweaty yet cold ..ready the bow in a very familiar hold...shall he go home gameless the story is now to be told

He waits patiently as the sun fills the morning air ..to him the wait seems nothing more than fair .....he wishes there was something out there

Then..... as his blood turned to ice in his veins ...was the animal among the forrest he reins....could he make the forrest floor scarlet with his steins.

He eases the bow up and comes to full draw .....his body tense and mind clear the animal was all he saw...the arrow hit its mark ,as the animal let out a defensless call...

The hunter knew the arrow he sent was good.....now before him and his trophy only time stood

The recovery was quick ,the trophy lay dead...his eyes glazed as his heart still blead....the hunters delight was not needed to be said.....

The hunter triumphs over the trophy ,but gets down on his knees to pray...Lord you are the giver and taker ,and i hope to return to your woods another day....for this memory will long stay.

THE END I HOPE YOU GUYS AND GALS LIKED THIS IT
TRULY CAME FROM MY HEART ,MAYBE IF YOU LIKE
IT I MAY PUT SOME OF MY OTHERS ON HERE LET ME
KNOW.

i know this is pretty long but if you stay with it you will enjoy it i am not the best typer in the world so it doesnt come out the same in the computer as it doe son paper