Nature's Provision

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    I am an AVID deer hunter, turkey hunter, and everything in between. I LOVE the outdoors, and nature is a true passion of mine. We as humans often fail to realize that since the Garden of Eden, we have been handed the task of being the 'Stewards' of Nature, and we are seriously failing in that regard. I fear that when our deliquencies come full circle, it will be too late to change the course that we are plotting now, as selfish humans.

    All of life is a circle... the death of one brings life to another - all throughout nature. The rotting leaf not only brings nurishment and nutrients to the fallen seed, but it also helps sustain the very life that supported it...the tree. Death is truly a part of life's existence.


    Marcus

    Nature's Provision

    Distant thunder rumbles promise

    Lending voice to nature's tears

    Lightning's children, dancing shadows

    Dance to rhythm darkness hears



    With gusty, cold wind moaning

    Frosty bite of Fall's chill breath

    I sit in dreamy expectation

    Seeking, searching, awaiting...death


    As darkness fades into the dawning

    My eyes trace movement on leafy floor

    With hammering heart, I still my breathing

    Is this the moment I've been waiting for?



    I watch a buck as he feeds in earnest

    Senses dulled by impending storm

    Lullabied by the constant thunder

    Relaxing vigil on a rain-swept morn

     


    I hear the thumping of my pulse

    Above the storm's grotesque refrain

    My eyes no longer see the shadows

    My body no longer feels the rain

     


    I watch in awe of God's Creation

    As beauty unfolds before my eyes

    I'm held enthralled in love's embrace

    As life and death within me vies

     


    So much beauty gone in moments

    So much beauty seen through death

    As loosened arrow pierces organs

    That hitherto were drawing breath


                       ~~}}~~}}~~

     

    My family bows their heads in prayer

    In humble thanks for their subsistence

    Each in their own way identifying...

    That death is part of life's existence

     

     

     


    Marcus Lewis

    7/25/2009

     

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    mamasan commented on Nature's Provision

    11-05-2009

    Wow marcus lewis you restore my faith in humanity and I too believe it is a never ending circle; ever renewing and recycling all with nothing wasting. Yep, its obvious you know that.........
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    Beautiful1974 commented on Nature's Provision

    08-19-2009

    Your poem was real cool. I like nature myself despite my allergies and I've never actually been hunting, although that's a big thing in Missouri too, but after reading your poem I could envision doing it.
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    latinangel commented on Nature's Provision

    08-10-2009

    I agree this is a beautifully written poem and I could literally smell the rain as I read it. Living in the city we don't see many deer but sometimes on my way to work one runs across the street in front of me and I marvel at its beauty. One day after one crossed the road it seemed to run beside my truck as if it was trying to race me. I couldn't stop staring and it stayed with me all day. Thank you for sharing your beautiful work with us marcus.
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    ginga commented on Nature's Provision

    08-06-2009

    UF, What a poignant way to explain killing a deer. I was amazed with the grace you employed in its description. I felt I was there viewing your hunt. ginga
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    Qualin commented on Nature's Provision

    08-03-2009

    one of my best friends is one of the best taxidermist in the five state area..he and i both liked this ...experiance talking....still your friend ...qualin
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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