A Hunter's Favorite Poem by Kendra Tyler

A Hunter's Favorite
When a man spends his life on horseback
And the back country been his home
There are things he learns to love
As across the range he roams
There's the scent of burning cedar
And the rhythmic sound of a flowing creek
How the sunshine warms his cheeks
And the song of a lone Elk Bugling

There's the smell of boiling coffee
Or a lonely coyote call
The way other hunters pass by with a
Friendly way
Or a second chance on an Elk on
An early morning jump
A light from a kerosene lamp
And the fall leaves floating down
From the skies
These are just a few
Of a hunter's favorite things

But there's one thing the hunter
Loves more than all the rest
That makes him glad to be alive
And puts strength in his heart
It's not the midnite sun sitting on
The mountain's ledge
It's not the brand new pair of hunting boots
And the money in his jeans
Or a pot of pinto beans

It's the promise of loyal friends
That the hunt will be fun
It's the tracking of Elk herds on the run
It's the Lasting Legacies that shot a
Royal Elk here many years ago
This smell that every hunter loves

No matter what
And this silent sound that
Chases frowns away
No matter what the reason is
Is a simple thing that fills his heart?
With peace from crib to cane
The gift that brings life to his home
The silent sound of snow…