In the field I saw the deer
Springtime was close at hand
Crystallized grass beyond me ahead
With determination, the deer chewed the greens
Out of her woods, exposed to the world
Runs away with the dawn.
Sure of herself, secure and far
From man, dog or wolf
Far from destruction or noise
Or on a hillside
Or in a valley
Listens to every breaking twig
Free to travel in any direction
That her little heart desires
Nor is she afraid
Of bow and arrow or pistol
She has lived her life fully
Now, she can never be murdered
By some sorry human or foe
Unlike myself,
Who has everything to fear.
peter ruellan 2012
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In the field I saw the deer
ReplyDeleteSpringtime was close at hand
Crystallized grass beyond me ahead
With determination, the deer chewed the greens
Out of her woods, exposed to the world
Runs away with the dawn.
Sure of herself, secure and far
From man, dog or wolf
Far from destruction or noise
Or on a hillside
Or in a valley
Listens to every breaking twig
Free to travel in any direction
That her little heart desires
Nor is she afraid
Of bow and arrow or pistol
She has lived her life fully
Now, she can never be murdered
By some sorry human or foe
Unlike myself,
Who has everything to fear.