Kolby Correll - Poetry - Taylor County

The Woodsman

The Woodsman

With my arrows and my bow,
Oh out to the woodland and river I go.
I’m pushing my way through the briars and brush,
In neither a hurry nor a rush.
Birds flitter and flutter ahead of me,
As a little red squirrel scampers up an oak tree.
As the gray darkness becomes light,
The gentle river comes in sight.
Critter tracks are scattered on the bank,
Where small paws in the mud they sank.
I focus then on my true plan;
Yes, my very duty as a man.
A nice big buck I hope to get,
So I can feed my family for the winter yet.
In the thicket I crouch down,
Cautious and careful not to make a sound.
Suddenly a twig snaps and I look up
Hoping that the noise was a big buck.
It is a buck, a big one too,
And will supply my family with much food.
My arrow flies and hits the deer,
And food for the winter I shall not fear.

Kolby Correll

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