Whitetail Poems - Poems about Whitetail

...July first two thousand and twenty five... signals the eighth year we lived at our present location, where fringe benefits (a plug) for perks living at 2 highland manor drive. Expanse of green......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...A Doe and Her Fawn On wobbly legs, the fawn staggers behind the doe, Who pauses to let the newborn catch up. The fawn appears to be just a few hours old, As revealed by its arduous locom......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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