Whitetail Poems - Poems about Whitetail

...When i remember spring I shall dance beneath the weeping willow trees I shall sing loudly capturing the breeze gazing into the warm sunset why I'd remember laughing till dawn the fondn......Read the rest...

...Fringe benefits (a plug) for perks (yo man) living at 2 highland manor drive Expanse of green acres draped like a petticoat when ye arrive birds of a feather flock together and bees gather coll......Read the rest...

...Walking along a woodland trail Startled by the leap of a whitetail Deer, now gone in a flash Grace in the blink of an eyelash......Read the rest...

...I stopped beside the wooded glen and saw With early fawn beside a bubbling brook A whitetail I had seen before the thaw In my backyard foraging for food Heavy with her unborn child. She glanced ......Read the rest...

...The rolling Greens seem so serene, forests pristine in sunlight’s sheen, tall, rounded peak, a rocky creek, a red-tail’s beak, rodents he seeks, an aged elm, rare in this realm, stands at th......Read the rest...

...Have I ever told you about my friend, a mechanic by the name of John? Oh, the countless stories that he can tell of the hunting trips that he’s been on. He’s taken down many a whitetail, but m......Read the rest...

...I smelled Autumn today, on the leaves that swiftly blew away. On this partly-cloudy sunny day. On this blooming wild flower day. On the rain-moist dirt roads, on cloud-reflecting puddles. On the ......Read the rest...

...He remembered the Ohio of his youth. Winters of pure, glistening snow. His parents taking him on wagon rides over hidden, winding trails through naked woodlands. Swooping great horned owl. Fog-br......Read the rest...

...I only shoot to kill my food Not for pride or pleasure I hunt the meat we all can eat Not for a mantlepiece treasure But late one night I was lying in bed And someone was at my door I jumped ......Read the rest...

...As the wind rustles through the sycamore trees, It brings such a peaceful spirit that hovers over me. It’s like the words spoken from a million foreign tongues, Hypnotizing and luring ......Read the rest...

...I awaken in the dawn to the canyon's morning song I hear the hawks good morning cry High in the trees, ancient voices sigh Sister owl settles in for a rest A whitetail fawn gives her legs a te......Read the rest...