Opening Day
4am rise from my bed and my feet hit the floor.
Drink a cup of coffee, open the door.
Try as I might to focus my eyes.
To take in the beauty of the dark blessed skies.
I get to the woods well before light.
Exited as a school boy, not much sleep last night.
A long quiet walk all the way to my stand.
As the sun comes up im taken away at the sight of the land.
As the birds start singing the woods come alive.
This is the place where I prosper and thrive.
It starts to rain, but I don’t worry with weather.
For the bow I carry is merely wood and a little leather.
As the rain settles down and it starts to slack.
Off to my left I hear a slight crack.
As I ready my bow, arrow knocked tight.
Out from the thick a beautiful sight.
a whitetail buck, rack tall and wide.
so exited i nearly broke down and cried.
As he walks into range, only fifteen steps.
I draw my bow, lips to my fletch.
When I release my arrow it finds its mark.
My legs start to tremble, my head goes dark.
As I stoop in the dirt down on bended knee.
I thank my creator for the blessings he bestow upon me.
This story hasn’t happened yet, these are thoughts in my head.
For tomorrows opening day, and im just lying in bed.
RB
Topic: poem by Rabbit_Buster (Read 718 times)
