Poetry

Woodland Awakening

~Woodland Awakening~ LesaEllanson-Headshot-175

I stalk along watching above as trees barren of foliage sway in a wind that I cannot hear... 

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~Turkey Time~

By Janice Baer, Minnesota

 

Fall Turkey hunting inspired a poem...

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~Woman Hunter~

I am woman, see me stand
With bow and arrow in my hand.
Camo-covered head to toe
Ready for a buck or doe.
Doesn’t matter much to me
Both serve up deliciously.

When outside and on the ground,
I listen close and hear a sound.
Spotted by an old oak tree
A whitetail feeds in front of me.

Range the yardage, pick my pin
This is where the fun begins.
String to nose and eye to peep,
Drew back far so string won’t creep.
Steady my breath and follow through
Praying that my arrow flies true.

It hits its mark and just as fast
It runs away but life won’t last
Cause just a little down the way
It’s piled up and there to stay
Until I stop with grateful heart
And thank the Lord to be a part
Of such a wonder, such a thrill
For this woman to hunt and be fulfilled.

~Janice Baer

 

I was wearing camo, when camo wasn’t cool.

I remember wearing Woodland Camo
Long before the birth of Mossy Oak
Real Tree was just something we
saw in the woods
And Advantage was what we’d take
if we could.

There was no Wetlands camo
Not even Nat Gear
But simply hunting camo
Like the Army would wear.

And I was wearing camo, when camo wasn’t cool.

I remember walking in for groceries
Camo pants and all
I’d get lots of stares
And I’m sure not all in awe
But I always held my head high
Proud what I stood for
Because camo was more for me
Than just something that I wore.

I was carrying on a tradition
which I had grown to love
I want to be able to take care of my family
If the world comes to push and shove.

I’m thankful for our freedom
And our right to bear arms
And I’ll stand toe to toe
With those who wish us harm.

So when I wear camo clothing
It’s not just when I hunt
I wear camo clothing
To make a statement.

 

Girls who hunt love to be pampered too

But not just the normal candy and flowers will do

Sweet cards and jewelry won’t make me fall,

You’ll impress me more with custom arrows and a grunt call

Compared to dinner prepared over a fire in the crisp night air

A gourmet meal at a crowded restaurant simply fails to compare

We don’t spend holidays and anniversaries in the usual way

We are likely to be in a deer stand on Thanksgiving day

A lavish birthday party on the town is not where I belong

I’d rather be on the lake catching catfish till dawn

Last year my “What I did for Valentines day” blog

Contained mostly details about catchin’ a hog

So what will I be doing this Valentines day?

We’ll be in the woods waiting to hear the dogs bay.