This poem 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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Hunting through the forest, I am on the prowl Until I see my prey, I won't stop scouring Taking aim, I wait for the perfect moment Time stands still as I release the arrow I am the hunter, and this is my game Nature's secrets are mine to claim Gladly I pursue, my hunger for the hunt Never satisfied, always on the front The thrill of the chase, the rush of the kill My heart races, my senses feel Each hunt a new adventure, a new story to tell Of courage and cunning, of triumph and spell As I move through the woods, alone with the herd The rustling leaves and the calls of the birds Are music to my ears, a symphony of the earth With every step, I feel more alive As the pulsing instinct within me thrives The hunt is not just for food, it is for the soul To connect with the land, to fulfill dominion's role So I will continue to hunt, to seek and to find To cherish the gifts that my Creator provides And in the end, when my time has come Return to the earth, as my soul lives on