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This is a poem i created about my first deer.
Rain Stops No Man
I awake in the morning
To the sound of dad snoring
It’s just about five thirty,
Almost time to get dirty
As it turns six
A cup of coffee is what I shall fix
I look outside and its starting to rain
Oh no, here comes a migraine
I put on my clothes and then the rain gear
All I can think is, will I get a deer
It goes away and now I am fine
Hopefully, I will see at least nine
The sky is still dark
Before I embark
With flashlight in hand
I head for my stand
Following the trail
As slow as a snail
All I can hear is the crunch of my boots
As I walk on top of those rotted roots
In the distance I see my stand
All green and brown, what more could you demand
The ladder is slick
So I climb like a walking stick
As I get to the top
Time seems to just stop
I cover my gun
As there is no sight of the sun
I see a deer dash
But it was gone in a flash
If the deer move around
Not making a sound
I’m sure to not see one
This could be no fun
I look behind me
Only seeing a fallen tree
I turned to the right
He was the only thing in sight
I study him with big eyes
Hoping I haven’t blown my disguise
Chewing on some leafy agriculture
He has no clue about his future
He is the prey on his way
To my dinner tray
I give a loud grunt
And he runs to confront
Trotting at a slow rate
He sees his first mate
This I was unaware
But I didn’t care
As I saw first light
He stepped into sight
I rocked his world
And down he swirled
My heart was going crazy
As I saw the blood stained daisy
I radioed to my dad
I shot my first lad
He said he would be right there
Curiosity took over so I climbed down from my chair
As I walked upon the mighty beast
I knew he would make for a great feast
I looked up to heaven
And shouted out loud, eleven
As dad arrived, I pulled out my knife
And cleaned it on the moist plant life
With his supervision
I made my first incision
I started from the stomach and up to the chest
Blood poured out of the fallen guest
When his insides were out
We dragged him about
When I was given the nod
I headed for the quad
When I got back
We tied some rope to his rack
Down the trail I went
With my mind visualizing the whole event
We put him in the truck
And all I could think was what a nice buck
Just thirty minutes down
And my dad and I were heading to town
We got him checked in
As I grabbed the twentieth tag from the bin
When we got back to the farm
I unloaded my firearm
I hung my deer in the barn
With just a little bit of yarn
With the help of the breeze
He was bound to freeze
My season has now ended
Boy, it was short, but splendid
Submitted by Robbie
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