A Hunter's Favorite

A Hunter’s Favorite

When a man spends his life on horseback

And the back country been his home

There are things he learns to love

As across the range he roams

There’s the scent of burning cedar

And the rhythmic sound of a flowing creek

How the sunshine warms his cheeks

And the song of a lone Elk Bugling

There’s the smell of boiling coffee

Or a lonely coyote call

The way other hunters pass by with a

Friendly way

Or a second chance on an Elk on

An early morning jump

A light from a kerosene lamp

And the fall leaves floating down

From the skies

These are just a few

Of a hunter’s favorite things

But there’s one thing the hunter

Loves more than all the rest

That makes him glad to be alive

And puts strength in his heart

It’s not the midnite sun sitting on

The mountain’s ledge

It’s not the brand new pair of hunting boots

And the money in his jeans

Or a pot of pinto beans

It’s the promise of loyal friends

That the hunt will be fun

It’s the tracking of Elk herds on the run

It’s the Lasting Legacies that shot a

Royal Elk here many years ago

This smell that every hunter loves

No matter what

And this silent sound that

Chases frowns away

No matter what the reason is

Is a simple thing that fills his heart?

With peace from crib to cane

The gift that brings life to his home

The silent sound of snow…

Kendra Tyler

November 18, 2009

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