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The leaves crunch in the distance
The bushes shake as he slowly appears
Into the clearing he warily steps
10 points on his head
My heart pounds
My bow raises
A arrow in place
Waiting
Waiting
Sight in place
Waiting
100 yards
Sweet salty sweat on my lips and forehead
Strong sure hands
He Steps into place...
Wrong move on his part
I let go
Whistling wind as my arrow flies
His head comes up
To late
A soft thud
Gone
White flashes in the air
More leaves crunch
Twigs snap
He stumbles
He's down
He's mine




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jetta.ckThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jan. 21 at 1:54 pm:
Fantastic! I really liked this. It's unique, and I find it very interesting that your poem is about "love" and everything. This is a great topic, and continue to write in the way that you do! Great job.
 
jetta.ckThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 21 at 1:54 pm :
*isn't
 
Long_GoneThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 21 at 6:58 pm :
Thanks. I will and I know what you mean. All there are are love poems. I admit that I do have one or two but most of mine are like this one. 
 
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megsb101 said...
Mar. 15, 2012 at 11:42 am:

I absolutely love this poem. I am also a hunter, gun hunter, but I feel the same way when November 15th rolls around (:

<3

 
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