This happens to be National Poetry Month.  So I feel it appropriate to post a few of my published poems, starting with this one:

Primal Peace

Scott ____

Dad and I track a wounded buck

In the forest beside Food Plot 2, on our hunting-club land.

I shot the deer, but erred in my aim.

It leaves a trail of blood and digested grass.

Night has come, and we use flashlights.

We attach reflective clothespins onto branches near each spot.

As Dad returns to the four-wheeler for more pins

I wait at the last trace discovered.

I turn off my light to avoid further alarming the deer

And sit on the ground.

A rare peace settles upon me.

I feel connected to the dying beast.

What a beautiful place to die!

I marvel at varying degrees of illumination.

At eye level is the darkness of shrubbery.

Then pines tower brighter and brighter into the sky.

I see the moon and stars

And know myself to be in the arms of God.

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