The Deer

Again, all thoughts/replies are welcome. Happy reading.​

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I was standing in the forest,​

Kicking at some rocks along the creek bed.​

The sound of the creek was music to my ears,​

At peace and one with the nature.​

I took a look around,​

Noticing sound in the distance...​

A thundering, clanking sound.​

Back to the quiet isolation and meditation,​

Back to the rich green's and brown's,​

Up north the yellow lines of the sun poke through trees.​

A deer comes within sight taking a drink.​

With sudden alertness, the deer looked up.​

The deer ran south followed in tow by hidden family.​

I was with them...one of them...​

I looked back towards the Northern opening,​

Men were coming in sight through the trees,​

Followed by machines in air and on land​

Their weaponry sparking and growing in sound​

The East men clashed with the West men​

Then our trap was sprung...​

Mushrooms of fire sprout up from the ground,​

As the men and machines fell into holes we dug.​

Our mission was to save the forest and contain fire,​

Driving away any enemy who didn't relish the Earth.​

The flying machines took off in opposite headings,​

No need to waste expensive aircraft on their enemies.​

We split up in three groups,​

One group to bury the dead and cover the holes,​

Two groups to capture the scattered East and West men.​

Once captured the living men had an option,​

Stay with us, hidden, fighting for nature,​

Or return home and fight for leaders with disagreements,​

For our pack of deer fight for realistic cause,​

Not for fame, power, greed, or control,​

But for the Earth that has allowed us to live here,​

For we are Deer to Earth and deer to mankind.​

We are "the deer".​

We are men.​

c. 2007​

 

wow. this is a really amazing poem. i liked it because it was true. liked it better than "the sunet" one.

 

thanks

 

this poem is awesome. i like it.