Hunting poem

[gerald strine]

Broad Heads And Bows
Bucks And Does
By Gerald Strine
October , 2013

Broad heads and bows
Bucks and Does

Seep into my soul
When October winds blow

Truer words never spoken
By Fred Bear the man


“The history of the bow
Is the history of man”


I take to the woods
With my bow in my hand

With hopes of a harvest
Grown from Gods given land

The weight of the limbs
Felt through the string in my hand

My fingers relax
A broad head flies over the land

If my aim it is true
Their will be blood on the sand

I am feeding my family
By the bow in my hand

I am playing my roll
In the history of man

With broad heads and bows
Bucks and does

They seep in my soul
When October winds blow

[Mark Rainbolt]

Very nice!!!! I like it.
God Bless,
Mark

[sipsey]

Good one Gerald.

I wrote a short poem several years back in tribute to a friend whose arrow was diverted by a small sapling.

"Ode To A Bush"

Oh scrubby fragile little bough
You diverted my arrow i know not how

The big buck stood fixed just beyond
You steered my shaft off towards the pond

You seemed so spindly and minute
As I took careful aim and did shoot

I squeezed the trigger the bolt did fly
Up up towards the bright blue sky

You thwarted my shot with barely a nick
To make me feel foolish was one good trick

I hope you will like your new abode
Down the hill and up the road .

By d. strickland

[gerald strine]

Good one Gerald.

I wrote a short poem several years back in tribute to a friend whose arrow was diverted by a small sapling.

"Ode To A Bush"

Oh scrubby fragile little bough
You diverted my arrow i know not how

The big buck stood fixed just beyond
You steered my shaft off towards the pond

You seemed so spindly and minute
As I took careful aim and did shoot

I squeezed the trigger the bolt did fly
Up up towards the bright blue sky

You thwarted my shot with barely a nick
To make me feel foolish was one good trick

I hope you will like your new abode
Down the hill and up the road .

By d. strickland

That is great love it