Topic: Knights of the Hunt | |
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Hunting on this lonely road,
Searching for that single toad. Will I find a buck tonight, Will he flee before my sight. Seeing racks of heavenly bliss, Will I hit or will I miss. We will be in a disguise, Who is smarter, who is wise. Hoping now to find the one, Just before the setting sun. Perched in trees or in a blind, Peer intently in my mind. Minds of life and in death, Killing cells or killing meth. Death to those who cannot see, Life and joy will set you free. Free to find a buck to shoot, On this perch I hear him toot. Call him in to see his rack, Aim with grace and see his stack. Twelve or more points I can see, Scarred and tattered like a tree. He is closer and I fear, I will miss as he comes near. As I turn to let it fly, He looks at me in the eye. Strength and glory in his soul, Calls to me, it payed a toll. As I lift my weapon to the sky, Fears and battles make me cry. Tears tonight fall from this knight, I almost lost this hunt tonight. I can see how that buck knew, As he saw my eyes of blue. I was like him in a hunt, We did find it with a grunt. Peace I found when I looked on, Travels long and in the dawn. If you wish to hunt with me, Climbing perches in the tree. Think of life were on the hunt, Two steps back you'll here a grunt. Listen closely to the trees, Hear these words as you please. Hunting for a buck tonight, I found a friend Oh what a sight. Sighting in a noble deed, Watching like that noble steed. Now I think of what I found, Walking on his noble ground. Of a life I was to take, Just to hunt I can't forsake. Now I drive to my home, Love within I do not roam. I turn the key just my luck. As I think of that big buck. He was caught in my sight, Seeing death in the night. Nite my friend enjoy your hunt, Find that doe with a grunt. As I drive into the night, Wisps of fog and guiding light. Hunters of these bucks with sight, Seeing hunts within this knight. |
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very nice gryphyn.....
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Very nice Gryph....very touching too.
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very nice
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Wow!
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Very good poem Gryphyn...
That is why I can't hunt. Had one in the scope a few years ago and he turned and looked right at me. Could'nt pull the trigger, and never went hunting again... |
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