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The heart of the hunter and his hostess
by A. Paige White
If boy noises woke you at four a.m.
and cheese wrappers make pretty little transparent flowers on your counter
If there's half a pot of VERY strong coffee still warm in the pot at 5:15
and your feet get coated with red clay dirt sugared with sand just walking through the kitchen to said coffee pot
If your garage light is still on and your whole house smells like a wonderful mixture of doe urine and pine trees
You can only hope there will be a deer roast in the crock pot tonight for supper...
if you can know your h'or deerves will certainly be served in a dish of red cheeked excitement with the telling of the huge buck that got away...
10/30/2007 Author's Note: ;-}->It must be bow season <-{-:
Posted on 10/30/2007
Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/03/07 at 11:42 AM A hunk of humor, chuck full of the time of hunting! |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 11/03/07 at 07:43 PM the imagery in the first four lines of this piece are awesome!...look forward to reading more of your work...peace, jewels |
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