Wind roaring in darkened sky
Waves pounding relentlessly
People wonder what’s happening
Moving with uncertainty
Just that time of year
A little before the hunt
Adrenalin naturally flowing
Taking the listless out of their funk
I ponder and look for the beauty
No one can take that away
Some won’t waste their time on this
Trying to save it for another day
Besides they’re getting ready
For the really big event
The tracking, the hoping and the plotting
The camping, the trailer or tent
A few days pass; they seem the same
No snow, no tracks and no deer
They’re using quite a bit of time
Playing cards and drinking beer
More days go and then some snow
They think they like the beauty
Success of the hunt comes to them
They march proudly as if it were duty
Camp is broken; now homeward bound
They’re the exceptional ones in the crowd
Eagles are spotted, along with a bear
In this land of enchantment they’re proud
Arrive at home and strut their strut
Like boys graduating from school
They know all about nature’s beauty
And love it, too. They’re nobody’s fool
Stanski
December 2, 2019 ^
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