Poems About: HUNTING

The stars above are so bright,
the blessed moon gives me light,
lights the dark path i took,
a loud howl makes me look. read more »

A future possibility.

3000 A.D. read more »

Before the sun hits Snow Creek
I am there,
ready for the hunt
with my luminescent read more »

I've been through that coastal country where only saltbush grow
The land of the huge salt pans like giant rings of snow
In that vast part of South Australia revered as the Coorong
To the people of the Dreamtime it always will belong. read more »

The spur winged plovers breed in depths of Winter
And in the night you often hear them cry
Perhaps they scream at fox who is out hunting
As in the darkness he goes prowling by? read more »

Rising pasture as if viewed from angel flight
A mind-blowing beautiful East West imagery

The central topography high up on the hill read more »

She creeps upon a midnight clear
three legs to pounce upon her prey
who always run away with ease
from my fearless tortoiseshell Dusty. read more »

I remain on our corner,
Where the moon is hung as you left it,
Where the light pools down as if on
A stage, turning the neighborhood blue read more »

Killing is not possible on the Other Side.
One variation of God, though, will want
to hunt empty-rifled with my father, greet
a blue morning open-coated, snort pine air, read more »

The pleasant fluting of the gray shrike thrush to it has a familiar ring
And the mating calls of the koalas can be heard in Mt Eccles in Spring
In the wilds of these volcanic mountains in the Dreamtime in the shade of the trees
The first Human Beings of Australia hunted and had their corroborees read more »

If i were born a Maasai I would live as Maasai do
I would live as my ancestors did and love my cattle too
But I was not born a Maasai that's life one must suppose
The daisy of the paddock can never be a rose. read more »

Rising pasture as if viewed from angel flight
A mind-blowing beautiful East West imagery

The central topography high up on the hill read more »