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The Soul of a Fawn

A fawn in the road lay now in a ditch

how cruel and fast a fate can switch

struggling, shaking, gasping to breathe

scared, stressed, one leg snapped at the knee

A fast moving car caused this ill fate

it did not stop, it drove away

A terrible fear of a world it barely knows

the spotted fawn felt all alone

It lay there dying of internal wounds

sensing the motion of approaching boots

A man walks up, he could see it clear

the little fawn would soon die here

Placing his hand upon its hide

offering guidance to find the other side

“Don’t be afraid, I’m with you now

You’re not alone, nothing more to worry about”

Soon it lay still, no life in its eye

he waited allowing its soul to pass by

carefully covered the body with goldenrod

It’s purpose now to be picked apart

In its death he hoped it felt peace

A warm place for its soul to keep

poignant respect he felt for the fawn

thankful it did not have to die alone

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Gold Rush

Chasing after happiness

in hills far and wide

panning for joy in streams

cold water flows with lies

“Waters full with happiness,

and the water never dries”

the cheerful water gleams

dismal feelings in guise

A chase without end

through mountains of addiction

for a little taste of cheer

leads to living on prediction

full time contentment

can be chased all around

the legend of true happiness

can never be found

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i think everyone needs to get into wildlife identification it's like a minigame for real life

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A Trillium in Autumn

Trilly was my first Highland. This is one of my favorite photos I have of her.

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Scraping By

A foggy morning in early Autumn

leaves have changed but not yet fallen

air is cool, the cows unphased

grass is still growing with much left to graze

world keeps turning as the seasons change

often feels like we’re trapped in a. cage

I gaze at the cattle and up to the sky

wondering will we ever be more than just scraping by

tirelessly working to make ends meet

someday hoping for financial replete

these cattle are happy and fed

even managed to get a few bred

so I figure that makes it worth while

A good enough reason to smile

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ghost ranch, abiquiu new mexico

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Land of the Buffalo

They grazed in the millions

over Great Plains they’d roam

no matter the weather, they were resilient

A wide open range was their home

their stampedes caused the world to rumble

moving one in the same with thunder

Bison would be free to roam if it weren’t from mankind

their demise was a terrible blunder

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This song blew me away when I listened to this album. A message that needs to be blasted. And as a new parent it resonates hard.

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As a farmer who once had cattle , it’s the farmers responsibility to coexist with wildlife and that includes predators. Wolves and coyotes are vilified to such an extreme level and it’s ridiculous. There are way more lies than truth spread about them. If your not willing to coexist with the ecosystem that’s around you then you shouldn’t be a farmer /rancher. It’s not your land it belongs to the earth and the wildlife.

This is definitely the worst take I've ever seen on why wolves shouldn't be reintroduced into the UK

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Looking After You

A year ago , the end of May

you weren’t there to see June

seasons have passed since that day

with a quiet sense of gloom

fields full of green grass

A thousand yellow flowers

swaying in the early Summer breeze

as cattle graze under the bower

A world alive among warmer weather

I can only see where you used to be

like a bird disappeared in a cloud of feathers

never more a physical form to see

as the trees become ablaze

swift wind taking their leaves away

A long established natural phase

I can see that you’ve gone to stay

dreary hillsides make up the landscape

sharp wind blowing shapes with the snow

hoof prints leading away from an old creaky gate

but your hoof prints faded long ago

now the end of May begins again

harder now to grasp your presence

passing of time seems to blend

to a world lost of your essence

though in your loss

new life has sprung

A smiley boy

so pure and young

his name is Colter

with deliberate meaning

“To look after horses”

You’re not here to offer a greeting

but I believe somewhere , somehow

you both had a meeting

you took leave of your pain

and you paved the way

he won’t grow up hanging onto your mane

but I see in him here

it’s beautifully clear

he’s got spirit from an old chestnut mare

there’s a notion I trust

when a rainbow shows up

you helped send Colter here to look after us

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Days of Fading Woodnotes

In the muggy days of mid July

bird song begins to dwindle

Melodies once heard all day

never ending, like a persistent fiddle

thrushes voicing still, lyrics of the forest

an anthem of a lush Summer grove

accompanied by cicadas constant humming

A rise and fall, like a tea kettle upon a stove

savannah sparrows present a verse of reticence

subtly springing over continual insect buzzing

much like a choir man projecting a brief falsetto

keeping music alive in a quiet midsummer meadow

A constant dimming of bird ballads

little reason to warble as July comes to close

in verdurous setting it’s poignantly placid

A descending season of fading woodnotes

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-please don’t share my poems without permission

-I write a lot of poems about hard times and working class/ agricultural struggles. I feel it’s important I make it clear that my poetry is for everyone to appreciate. My poems mainly highlight my personal struggles or things that I feel strongly about

- I am happy to be here to share my writing and hope to meet other writers . Feel free to interact

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Low on Life

Low on fuel, low on feed

temps are low with a fierce cold breeze

we’ve more animals, than we have dollars

we’re workin hard to pay our fees

I fear sometimes that we’ll go under

as I fight to keep the wolves away

but the cows are fed a healthy plunder

reckon that’s good enough for today