The seasons of the deer hunter
come and go in life.
To get away and hide-away
from the frantic chaos and strife.
He finds a quiet hilltop,
and settles in to watch...
a deer trots into the clearing,
then lifts his head and stops.
The Hunter knows his dinner
could quickly fade away...
but peace has overcome him,
so he'll shoot another day.
When suddenly he realizes,
just what could he be thinking?
and instantly he awakens,
in bed his eyes ablinking.
by Shirley F. Haley
October 2005
written for my dearest son
Dale Bryce for the panel quilt titled:
Ode to a Deer Hunter
Merry Christmas! (2005)
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