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.
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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