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Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-23-2012, 09:32 AM
A Poem of Hunting, Fishing, and a Truck
I throw my gun in the back of my truck
With it I hope to kill a 12-point buck
While in the woods, BANG! I see the deer fall
I take him home, freeze the meat, and mount his horns on my wall

I grab my pole and tackle box and head to the lake
At this time in the morning, I feel barely awake
There is no school today, I’m glad there is no class
A mighty tug on my line, I hook a large mouth bass

There is nothing like hunting; waiting for the kill
Cutting and cleaning the meat my freezer I’ll soon fill
Deer steaks and deer jerky have such a great taste
And with his head on my wall nothing goes to waste

I like fishing, fishing is fun
Fishing underneath the rising sun
I like catching the fish and putting them in a net
Fish is a great dish when the table is set

My truck is unstoppable; it can’t beat
I slam the door and strap myself in the seat
I start the engine and press the gas to the floor
My truck takes off and my engine lets out a roar

I wouldn’t be able to hunt or fish if it wasn’t for my truck
With it I carry poles, guns, and my fallen buck
I pull my boat with my truck in four-wheel-drive
At my destination I always arrive

Glaedr the poet
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Early Morning Chase

Forest so dense and dark

sky dancing with the river sound

dogs begin to race and bark

along beautiful virgin ground



fleeing critters rushing away

some silently scurrying up

as if to boldly say

silly , silly barking pup



the sky loves us still

hunt on down the river

deep into the lurking hills

cold morning fog sends a shiver.....
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Found these this morning. -Tyr

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-23-2012, 09:57 AM
Fragment of Fate

Dying embers of yesterday's feast

interest and feed me not in the least

For the joys that future shall give

heartens me to strive forever to live

Yet precious memories of my family's past
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The Well of Memory

The Well of Memory is my greatest treasure

holds many loves and joys beyond measure

A mere moment's thought summons up such delights

to soothe my lonely spirit on the darkest nights



Without it my life would be so dead and dry

much like an ocean blue without a sky

Perish the thought , birth not such a nightmare

bring not my early death by such a scare!



I seek to happily live to a ripe old age

vanquish my fears and conquer my rage

Then travel on while deeply , serenely sleeping

Be long gone before the heartache and weeping.

journey blessedly with me until the last.
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Who doesnt want to live to a ripe old age?--Tyr