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Poems About: HUNTING

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  • 337.
    Murray Bridge

    An old Town in the brown country seven hundred miles away
    Long before the colonizers came I heard an old man say
    That the black tribes used to live there and there they fished and hunted every day
    But the changes quickly happened when the white race came to stay. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 338.

    The mother zebra could not save young one!
    The hungry lioness had killed it fast;
    It turns to watch the gruesome act half-done,
    And walks away with sad a heart, at last. read more »

    Dr John Celes
  • 339.
    Salt Pan Country

    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 »

    Francis Duggan
  • 340.
    ...Kisses of Peace

    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 »

    Debora Short
  • 341.
    Hunting al- Qaeda

    I don’t hunt since surviving the war
    because I don’t eat bears,
    tigers or lions, and I definitely
    don’t eat rats or seagulls; if one day read more »

    Ted Sheridan
  • 342.
    Phantoms catch no butterflies

    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 »

    Thomas Golding
  • 343.
    A Shot

    There was a shot,
    A shot fleeing through the dark night,
    And all around was still
    For fear of being found read more »

    Clover West
  • 344.
    The Hunt

    I take a step outside,
    feel the cool crisp air;
    the wind whips my face,
    stinging like a thousand needles. read more »

    Sam Hughff
  • 345.
    If I Win Tattslotto

    If I win Tattslotto I'd travel far away
    I'd visit South America home of mara and rhea
    I'd buy a working Llama, I'd climb the mountain track
    And Llama close behind me my luggage on his back. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 346.
    What's Your Luck?

    You've got a drug that you like to do,
    Been looking for a vein but got so few;

    Hunting with the needle there as you look, read more »

    Tony Avila Sampson
  • 347.
    The soul within

    On a hunt, seeking the soul
    Looking for the real me

    Sometimes I feel read more »

    Kavitha Krishnamurthy
  • 348.
    Ahab's Hunt! !

    Captain Ahab chucked his deadly harpoon, He
    in slow motion, resembled a clownish
    cartoon.His aim was centered, waving off
    only a few degrees, The mist was winded read more »

    Michael Gale
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