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Still Hunting
by Leonard M HawkesMid-October
And I feel I should be on the mountain:
Sitting 'round a campfire
Eating chile, rolls, and apple pie;
Listening to war stories,
Drinking Coke "on the sly."
The lantern hiss,
The rush of night in the pines,
The must-smell of canvas;
Relishing friendship and camp-craft,
Man memories, boy talk,
And the honest laugh.
Rich goodness,
Yearly ritual as real as Christmas,
Affirmation of culture,
True brotherhood of the wilderness,
Coming of age--lost
--Not veiled in forgetfulness. 10/17/2014 Posted on 10/18/2014
Copyright © 2026 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/19/14 at 05:48 PM You make me smell my dad's old tent and think back to feeling honored to be the only girl cousin on some of the hunting trips (well, I was the only girl cousin for years, so.... :) ) in Oregon. Watching my dad light the lantern was one of those special camping rituals. From a heavily populated Mormon area, your drinking Coke on the sly makes me chuckle (not being Mormon myself). Obviously you make this yearly event come alive for this reader and it does speak of a special bond we all had. Well done and thanks! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/21/14 at 06:12 AM This evoked such a sense of reverie. I could see you there... |
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