The Tradition of Deer Hunting

The Tradition of Deer Hunting
By Scott Newport

The cool morning
breaking a golden splash
of humanity
upon the blanket of leaves
gently placed among the hardwoods

The silence hidden
by the soft spoken
breeze touching
our cheeks-
the occasional nudge whispers
the tradition handed down for generations

Each glance
opens new windows
of fallen trees and ghost like bobbing branches-
the leaning landscape, a quilted, nakedness
of a Michigan autumn day in November

My son and I
awaiting the first
crack of deer season
his shot an hour later

Man! It's like I was right there with you! Amazing imagery in your words, yo. No doubt.

Hey rhymarhyma, thanks for reading and also writing a comment. There is nothing like spending time with your son out in the woods. Having silent moments with him and sharing truths that were handed down to you by an elder. I can even share things with him I had to learn on my own. Noah just turned 15 and I cherish the thought he still likes to hang out with dad for hours at a time.

When teenager's still want to hang out with us, we must be doing something right. No doubt. Time is more valuable than money.

Loved this.  I am from a family of "mighty hunters".   Michigan is my home as well.  

Thank you for the tip about Chicken Soup for the Soul.  I sent in my Scrumbly Dancer story.  Have never tried to get anything published.  ...Nothing ventured, nothing gained.