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His family had lived here all their lives untold and he had too.

His father had died when he was young and he vaguely remembered him.

Mom tried to cross the busy street which she had been warned.

She had instantly been killed as her family watched with horror and fascination.


No funeral just sadness as the machines whizzed by but the last of his kind remembers.

As a youth, he had run and played in these fields but steered away from the machines 

as he had been warned.

The machines are fast and you must always watch for them and be clear.

The woods were loved as he chased the young females until they let him catch.


He had two of his own children but they had died at very young age.

And soon after, the big trucks came with the men that would be vilified.

They uprooted one hundred year old oak and built twenty homes.

Across the road where the field was, forty more were taken from his youth.


The last of his family had all been married out or were dead until he was alone.

And as he walked and looked, he was frightened and filled with grief.

He saw his mother standing gracefully at the top of the house filled field.

His brother and sister played until dusk when his mother would call and recall.


He ached  where he ran and still he searched.

As the tear rolled away with those distant memories and the pain.

Slowed by the ache he laid his final time with grief.

And he knew he was the last and his youth died with him.





The last deer

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  1. Date: 1/8/2012 7:48:00 AM
    A sad story about beauty and freedom being ripped away by the ravages of greed and human environment with little thought to the destruction of species, Thank you Patrick a lovely poem, Brenda : )

  1. Date: 1/8/2012 6:45:00 AM
    A sad story written from a creative mind. I enjoyed your work Patrick, keep up the god work, it is always sad being left behind, love,vie

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    Date: 1/8/2012 6:54:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    sent you soupmail of leonard cohen song...hope you enjoy..patrick xoxox
  1. Date: 1/8/2012 6:06:00 AM
    Sad,but a lovely storry Patrick - thank you. oxox love Anne-Lise