National Poetry Month: The Hunt by Teddy Rose
I admit, I have never been a big poetry fan. I use to read and write a bit when I was in High school but that is about it. However, since it's National Poetry Month in the U.S.A, I though I would post a poem that I wrote in high school. Please try not to laugh. It is a cause I still beleive it today, Animal Rights.
The Hunt
She runs and runs with fear in her eyes-
Those hound dogs coming near and near,
The mean old hunters with their cheery bright clothes.
A baby fawn hears the shot,
Hears the hunters running to get their catch.
A big puddle is found by the deer;
It has not rained for weeks.
A hunter is thirsty and takes a sip.
It's salty so he spits it out,
Not understanding why.
He doesn't know the mother's child was there.
Does he even care?
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Highschool? Good work in my opinion. I couldn't write a stitch of poetry. ever.
And I would never laugh.
Jenny Girl said... April 28, 2010 at 6:14 PM
Thanks for sharing--much better than anything I could ever come up with!
Julie P said... April 28, 2010 at 6:23 PM
Jenny and Julie, you are both very kind. Thanks!
Teddy Rose said... April 28, 2010 at 9:17 PM
I like that you ended it with a question, it encourages reflection and shows your concern. Thanks for letting us peek in on "high school Teddy". :)
April is celebrated as Poetry Month here in Canada too! :D As a matter of fact, one of my favourite Canadian poets, Alden Nowlan, has a poem titled The Bull Moose. You should check it out, I think it comes from the same place in the heart as your poem, "The Hunt".
p.s. Sorry about the deleted comment above, I messed up on the link.
Wanda said... April 29, 2010 at 4:33 AM
Wanda, Thanks for the link to The Bull Moose. It really packs a punch!
Teddy Rose said... April 29, 2010 at 9:01 PM
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