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The Chase

Bright and early in the morning, Certain seasons of the year, The hunter feels temptation, To chase the timid deer. With his rifle and his knife, He searches constantly, Every hoping, ever dreaming, Just one deer to see. Though he may come home at night, At a not-so-hurried pace, He is ready in the morning, To begin anew the chase.

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J. Summers

Date: 2/16/2023 1:12:00 PM

There must be something that moves our inner nature that gets a man outdoors to hunt. Enjoyed the poem Arlene. John

Arlene Binner
Date: 2/16/2023 1:58:00 PM

Thank you, John. In case you didn't already see it, please look at a reply I wrote to a comment below that describes the situation that inspired me to write it. I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed it. Thanks again!

Darlene Gifford

Date: 7/9/2015 7:08:00 PM

Let's hope he never catches that deer, Arlene! He needs a kinder, non-killing hobby. And affirm all life as precious. I'm mostly vegetarian and this pushes me further toward that side. Thanks for reading one of my poems. Blessings,~~ Darlene

Arlene Binner
Date: 7/9/2015 8:08:00 PM

Thanks for your honesty. I myself could never kill an animal. I wrote this poem for my brother many years ago. We were both in either junior high or high school. He had to write a poem and couldn't come up with one. So I tried to write one that sounded like something a young man would write. My brother's biggest fear (getting up in front of a class and having to talk) was realized when his teacher wrote on his paper, "This is good! Read it to us". That was the first and last time I ever did someone's work for them.