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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
what dangers doth the wind foretell beware, beware beware the huntsman's snare that guards dark path to forest's dell 'mid pillared aisles of mighty oak in soothing balm of new day's dawn in silent graze passed doe and fawn when from afar, north wind bespoke a speckled fawn in terror fled, mother trapped in huntsman's snare, beware, beware, a north wind blew as forest bled. |
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Osprey Member
since 2009-04-12
Posts 249 |
It's more a marksman and a bullet, aimed at a stag, these days, but I appreciate your thoughts. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
How sad this was Tim. What is this rhyme scheme called please? |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
This hurts my heart. Alison |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
I enjoyed your poem Tim but I gave up hunting a long time ago. I have become a lot more conservation conscious as I left my youth behind. well written. Lindsay |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This makes me so sad, Tim. Ida |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This makes me so sad, Tim. Ida |
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