Sitting Here Waiting On A Deer Date: Thursday, 1st April 2010 @ 10:23:42 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: kinderbow Sitting here on this cold winter day, Waiting on a deer, I saw them only yesterday, Where are they? They sure aren't here. My nose is running, my feet are cold, My hands I think are gone, The "Big One" is here I'm told, So I sit here since dawn. The wind is blowing, I can't hear a thing, So movement is hard to spot, It would truly make my heart sing, For a chance to get a shot. I'll wait here with hopes high, This is bound to be the year, When at last my opportunity will walk by, I'll be bringing home a deer. So whether sun, wind, snow or rain, I'll wait here patiently, Even if this is not my day, I'll be dreaming of bringing home a trophy. This poem is Copyright © kinderbow Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=158605