Post by snooks on Oct 4, 2005 1:00:34 GMT -5
Bowhunting in the fall 
Its Fall again and hunting is in my mind.
leaves that are yellow and red
fall upon the ground at summers end.
The breath of winter is at your back.
you hear in the distance a tree branch crack.
slowly you move to your huntimg spot.
In the cold breath of winter you wait for your shot.
The buck will appear like ghost in the early rays of light.
Silently you draw back your bow
with all your might.
if your arrow will shoot straight and fast.
The deer below you will run
its very last. ;D
Its Fall again and hunting is in my mind.
leaves that are yellow and red
fall upon the ground at summers end.
The breath of winter is at your back.
you hear in the distance a tree branch crack.
slowly you move to your huntimg spot.
In the cold breath of winter you wait for your shot.
The buck will appear like ghost in the early rays of light.
Silently you draw back your bow
with all your might.
if your arrow will shoot straight and fast.
The deer below you will run
its very last. ;D
