the 10th entry

so on the auspicious occasion of my tenth blog entry, i present to you a poem i wrote way back in 2001, was in grade 8 or 9 ;) ..not a very good one but back then i thought it was really good ...the 3rd stanza is the worst and the others follow closely. feel free to comment harshly on the poem.. i wrote the whole thing in one short sitting just because i wanted to send SOMETHING to poetry.com ! and surprisingly enough i got an 'editor's choice award' certificate thing from the website!! i've never submitted anything else since... realizin what a phony it was! all they want to do is get your poem published in a book (no matter how crappy the poem is), and have you buy the book!

here's the certificate: haha.. i wouldn't have given it to myself!


and finally, the poem itself,

Hunting Season

The woodland is dark and eerily quiet
Except for the chirping birds, the trees
Crunching of the dry leaves under his foot
And the rustling of leaves in the breeze

Along the familiar trodden path
The hunter makes his way alone
Making not the slightest noise
A ritual for years he has known

He stands erect, listening hard
Then turns his head towards his right
Oh! There it stands, a female deer
So splendid even in such dim light

Raising his rifle to the level of his ear
He pulls the trigger letting a shot ring out
The doe so lovely, falls down at the spot
It lives no more; it's dead without doubt

Another deer dead in the season's dawn
And another one left a motherless fawn
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thanks for the patience... ;)