Autumn in the Woods

This poem about hunting is by Arthur Intermill, our resident literary and artistic genius.

Art creates amazing hunting poems, fishing poems, and short stores about the great outdoors.

He also makes breathtaking unique artwork celebrating hunting, fishing and outdoor life.

You can view more of Art’s work here.

The autumn air is crisp and cool
As I wander through the woods, my heart aglow
The leaves are turning, red and gold
A sight to behold

I am a hunter, a pioneer bold
Proud to explore this wild and wondrous land
I roam these woods, my rifle in hand
In search of game to call my own

The branches crunch beneath my feet
As I stalk my prey through the fallen leaves
The autumn breeze whispers in my ear
A secret song, wild and free
I am alive, I am at peace
In this land of plenty, this land of ease

I am the hunter, the pioneer
Roaming these woods, free as the air
I am alive, I am at home
In this land of wonder, this land I roam