Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

Nature's Harvested Bounty

Nature's Harvested Bounty

 Deep and dark are the thick , tall forested hills
 where swift icy streams send cold crossing chills
 Thinning out where the trees meet the grassy meadows and fields
 hunters reap the harvest that nature so bountifully yields

 An early morning hunt that provided food for hearth and home
 gathered with weapons in hands as hunters ever so quietly roam
 Nature reluctantly gives up it's great living treasure
 as grateful families thank God for gifts beyond measure.

 Home before noon to have newly cooked meals
 Satisfied and amply fed , pure bliss is how it feels
 Early afternoon nap to renew those hardy spirits
 nature whispers inspirations, can you hear it?
 03-12-2011 --Tyr

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Sara Kendrick May 8, 2014 at 5:57 AM Ahh!! Enjoyed reading your verse that has really good poetic quality. Some of nature's bounty is good but I have never been a hunter. Thanks for stopping by. Your comments are valuable to me..Sara Robert Lindley May 8, 2014 at 7:40 AM Thanks for your comments. So very nice to read any feedback on my writing and that of others too.

Jerry T Curtis May 7, 2014 at 10:03 PM Thanks for sharing this Robert, life is a collective of views and circumstance. Some view hunting as unnecessary and cruel, but purchasing ground beef....oh well...why kick a dead horse ! Robert Lindley May 7, 2014 at 10:37 PM Thanks for commenting.. I see that in both cases we consume what was once a living animal. No difference, the world operates on eat and be eaten.. Harvesting it's bounty is honorable and a heritage to many. I no longer hunt but do miss my time in the solitude of the deep and magical woods!

Poet Destroyer A May 7, 2014 at 10:03 PM Robert, it's a wonderful sound. I remember them good old days when my dad was a hunter. He's very old now. Up to this day, I never want to know what the beef jerky was made from. :) enjoyed..Linda Robert Lindley May 7, 2014 at 10:34 PM So true , a sound of the cycle of life and man's spirit meeting Nature's reward! My maternal grandfather was Native American full blood. He taught all of us to appreciate Nature as a part of life's bounty. A harvest like any other grain of the fields, fish from the oceans and rivers. And fresh is always best! Tasting!

Robert Lindley May 7, 2014 at 9:51 PM I am old enough to have once lived harvesting Nature's food. Now I buy food only from a store. I dearly miss that time in the deep woods and seeing it's awe inspiring glory unfold by the hour!