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BROTHER OF THE HUNT
On the trail of a deer
I met another hunter
Someone whom I once called
My wild canine brother
Thousands of years ago
We set aside our fears
To hunt together the bison
And the fleet footed deer
He, with cunning and speed
I, with sharp flint and long wood
Together we conquered the prairie
And every forest that stood
Then when I no longer needed
My wild deer hunting friend
I slandered his good name
And his bloodline I condemned
Today, like him I am loathed
For being a deer hunter
So maybe it’s time, once again
To call the wolf my hunting brother
I met another hunter
Someone whom I once called
My wild canine brother
Thousands of years ago
We set aside our fears
To hunt together the bison
And the fleet footed deer
He, with cunning and speed
I, with sharp flint and long wood
Together we conquered the prairie
And every forest that stood
Then when I no longer needed
My wild deer hunting friend
I slandered his good name
And his bloodline I condemned
Today, like him I am loathed
For being a deer hunter
So maybe it’s time, once again
To call the wolf my hunting brother
Published 13th Nov 2019
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The above poem was based on an actually experience.
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13th Nov 2019 1:52am
This well penned and challenging poem makes me think of the wolf sanctuary link with a program for military veterans suffering from PTSD and trauma, nice work snugglebuck
13th Nov 2019 3:51am
13th Nov 2019 5:51am
Strikes me as deep metaphor. It's descriptive of the spirit of a hunter. It can take many forms.
13th Nov 2019 2:47pm
13th Nov 2019 7:57am
I enjoyed this poem, invokes the primeval need to ‘hunt’ and the mutually beneficial but also ultimately fickle need of friendship and teamwork. Great write 😀
13th Nov 2019 2:45pm
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13th Nov 2019 10:07am
Couple years back up here in Wisconsin, there was a big push to hunt the wolves. Never saw a single wolf.
Heard plenty of coyote about and lost several cats over the years, but apparently there's more glory and sport in wolf hunting.
Anyhoo ... ( end seemingly random rant )
Heard plenty of coyote about and lost several cats over the years, but apparently there's more glory and sport in wolf hunting.
Anyhoo ... ( end seemingly random rant )
13th Nov 2019 2:44pm
Johnny, you're from Wisconsin!😮
IN what part of God's country do you live?
Till I moved to St. Paul, about 10 years ago, I lived on a farm just outside of Somerset.
This poem is based on a true experience. In 1991, I was walking across a small pond near the upper Brule River, not far from Poplar Wisconsin. December 2nd 1991, to be exact. It was late evening and the moon was reflecting brightly on the snow. That's when I saw, what I thought were 4 whitetails running towards me. Turned out they were Timber wolves. Discovering I was a human the sulked nervously about save this one huge brave fellow who approached me. He was nearly coal black and his eyes reflected gold in the moonlight. Not a least bit threatening, he just paused and studied me for a moment, snorted then with the rest of the pack sauntered away.
IN what part of God's country do you live?
Till I moved to St. Paul, about 10 years ago, I lived on a farm just outside of Somerset.
This poem is based on a true experience. In 1991, I was walking across a small pond near the upper Brule River, not far from Poplar Wisconsin. December 2nd 1991, to be exact. It was late evening and the moon was reflecting brightly on the snow. That's when I saw, what I thought were 4 whitetails running towards me. Turned out they were Timber wolves. Discovering I was a human the sulked nervously about save this one huge brave fellow who approached me. He was nearly coal black and his eyes reflected gold in the moonlight. Not a least bit threatening, he just paused and studied me for a moment, snorted then with the rest of the pack sauntered away.
Anonymous
13th Nov 2019 2:51pm
I probably would have wet myself.
"IN what part of God's country do you live?"
Western WI. The part that is usually covered with snow 6 months of the year. :(
"IN what part of God's country do you live?"
Western WI. The part that is usually covered with snow 6 months of the year. :(
13th Nov 2019 11:49am
VERY WELL PENNED YOU GAVE THIS HONOR AS WELL AS RESPECT TO THE HUNTER AND THE WOLF...
13th Nov 2019 1:32pm
A wonderful poem referring to cycles. We don't choose the Wolf; it chooses us; and, it never forgets, as we have.
We have taken their sacred homes for ourselves and become angered when they emerge to hunt. I admit, as a vegetarian nothing upsets me more than trophy hunting for none other than sport. As a Native American bloodline, I must admit I understand hunting for food, clothing, and bone to survive. But, distinctively, there is a difference - the former being, imho, pure evil.
We have taken their sacred homes for ourselves and become angered when they emerge to hunt. I admit, as a vegetarian nothing upsets me more than trophy hunting for none other than sport. As a Native American bloodline, I must admit I understand hunting for food, clothing, and bone to survive. But, distinctively, there is a difference - the former being, imho, pure evil.
13th Nov 2019 2:45pm
16th Nov 2019 1:03am
Damn that was deep and instinctive. It's flows so natural and true.
Good luck in the comp.
Good luck in the comp.
16th Nov 2019 6:54pm
