The Endearment Of The Deer Trilogy

Alan .S. Jeeves

THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).

THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL

THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.

🙈

 

 

DEER  HILL

 

Below the shadow of the hill

I made my home, I have it still,

There the purple heather grows,

There the crystal water flows.

 

Where the northern blizzard blows

When the shade of evening shows.

Where the birds fly high and free

Here is where it's home to me.

 

And soon the springtime comes to be,

A vista rich, for all to see.

Melted snow-flows downward dash

Streams and rivers wildly crash.

 

Driven rainstorms lash and plash

Hard against the mountain ash

But when the sun returns to smile

The day is vibrant all the while.

 

So deer pass by in single file

And leave behind the winter's trial;

For, antler-proud and pointed high,

A sanguine sparkle in their eye.

 

Then in the summer, calm and dry,

Deep in the heather sprays I'll lie

And bide, until the autumn chill;

Below the shadow of the hill

 

MORNING  TRESPASS

 

Good morning, I said to the hind of the red,

Good morning, say I, how are you?

I'm fine she replies with the twink of her eyes

Good morning and how do YOU do?

 

I'm feeling quite well, as I sense you can tell,

My day has begun with a glow;

I can judge by your coat and the song in your throat

Felicity fullfils you so.

 

This morning you're out and early about,

She bleats as she sees me come near;

What causes you stray and come by this way

And spree with the likes of a deer?

 

The gate was ajar and I watched from afar

As you gad in the morning sunlight.

At the time of the morn when dawn starts to yawn

And disowns the dun of the night.

 

Well, this is my ground and here all around

You trespass, she says to conclude;

If I leave you be, do likewise to me,

You and I may forgo to intrude.

 

As I looked at her square, as she standing there,

A suddenly breeze started on;

And sure, and secure, mid the lure of the moor,

With a toss of her head, she was gone.

 

THE  AMBER  HIND

 

I aimed at a hind in the dingle,

Her eyes looking right back at me;

Her face set my sinews a-tingle,

Delight of the daybreak was she.

 

I pointed my gun at her torso

And cocked it with barely a sound;

But I watched her with awe, even more so,

When all of a haste she turned round.

 

She, peering head on with her ebony glare,

Loomed handsome as handsome can loom;

The sun on her back and the wind in her hair

She wondered at me; I presume.

 

Yet still she remained in the clearing,

Not knowing I stalked her ~ I think;

Boldly and brave, never fearing,

I'm certain she noticed me blink.

 

She winked back at me as she stood in the breeze

(I swear I partook of her smile)

That moment I knew when the trigger I'd squeeze

I would miss her by half of a mile.

 

 

 

  • Author: ASJ (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 13th, 2020 16:24
  • Category: Nature
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Comments4

  • Doggerel Dave

    That wasn't slapped together in ten minutes, was it Alan? Both the technical skill and the flow of the story dragged me in. And I even became anxious about the fate if the deer....

    Dave

    • Alan .S. Jeeves

      Hi Dave. I spent quite a while on this trilogy, yes. I was, though, helped along by a family of deer who live nearby me. They teach you all sorts of things. I guess I am very lucky to live where I do.
      Kind regards, Alan

    • orchidee

      Good writes Alan.

      • Alan .S. Jeeves

        Thank you Steve. I am glad that you called by today
        Ex animo, Alan

        • orchidee

          That's a lot of deers - oh, it's 'deer' for plural too. Endeerment. Use spell-checker Orchi. lol.

        • Goldfinch60

          Three good ones Alan, but I was concerned in the last one but am glad the deer was not shot.

          Andy

          • Alan .S. Jeeves

            A happy ending then Andy. All's well that ends well. I hope you enjoyed visiting my home though.
            Ex animo, Alan

          • Clara

            Your time, effort and skill shines through here. Looking forward to more of your work!

            • Alan .S. Jeeves

              Hi Clara.
              Thanks for calling by. Good to see you back here this last month. I am pleased that you enjoyed my deer trilogy. I hope that you are well and fighting fit to write more things, I often turn to your very nice piece 'Our Crescendo' which I particularly enjoy reading. Yes! I think I will read it again this evening. My very best wishes for the coming festivities (such as they are) and hope your 2021 is all you wish it to be,
              Kind regards Alan

              • Clara

                Alan, you've no idea how pleased I am that you still turn to my little poem! It's so nice to know that it has been remembered. Thank you, truly.

                It is really good to be back. My pen doesn't flow as often as I would like, but I try my best! I know they aren't very technical and perhaps they don't follow a correct structure, but I write from the heart 😊

                A very merry Christmas to you and yours! Take care Alan... Continue writing! I shall keep checking! Make sure you do! 😊



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