Poetic Fun

By John Noble

 

May your arrows fly true
and your bullets fly straight
I’ve learned better to go
Than stay home and wait

It’s the call of the hunt
That keeps us burning inside
With visions of mountains
And valleys so wide

This year has come to a close
With freezers being filled
Some with crazy dumb luck
Others with captivating skill

So however you have spent
This entirely short year
Whether chasing elk pigs
Or the bitsy Coues deer

Hopefully you have found
A new passion or friend
One that will stay true
And see you through till the end

Of this next year we will buy
New trinkets and toys
As thought to be men and women
We are but little girls and boys

A new bow a new rifle
A new rod a new reel
Or polish the old one
To give it that lost feel

For why I hunt
I cannot begin to explain
For me it eases my mind
And takes away the pain

What pain could this be?
I know you want to ask
It’s that dang 110″ buck
That disappeared into the grass!

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