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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

Date: 5/8/2014 5:57:00 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
Date: 5/8/2014 7:40:00 AM

Thanks for your comments. So very nice to read any feedback on my writing and that of others too.

Jerry T Curtis

Date: 5/7/2014 10:03:00 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
Date: 5/7/2014 10:37:00 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

Date: 5/7/2014 10:03:00 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
Date: 5/7/2014 10:34:00 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

Date: 5/7/2014 9:51:00 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!