The Hunter

The Hunter

He hates to get up for work
And daily has to rush out the door,
Dreams about the day
When he does that no more.

Sometime complains of energy's lack
Falling arches or painful back.
Can't seem to remember important dates
But for special seasons, he waits and waits...

He's up bright and early or
In the middle of the night
Dresses by the stars
Or the dimmest of lights.

Cold doesn't matter
And distance doesn't count at all
This is the hunter
Answering the call!

He sits in silence
And waits for his prey
Once in his sight
It doesn't get away.

Once the hunter's instinct was so important
To feed and clothe us all
Nature has instilled this genetic trait in hunting men
And they must answer its call!
Thena Smith

Daddy Went A-hunting

Daddy went a-hunting
A hunting he did go
Daddy came home again
Without a deer you know!

Dad went a- fishing
To catch for us our dinner
If we ate what daddy caught
We all would be much thinner!

Daddy went a- hunting
This time it was for quail
But everytime he tried to shoot
His gun did seem to fail!

Daddy is a true sportsman
He loves to hunt and fish
And that someday he will come home with game
Is Daddy's fondest wish!
Thena Smith

Hubby shot a turkey
And brought it home to eat
It really was delicious
A really tasty treat!
I am so very proud of you, I said
And though it wasn't very clear
I know I heard him say
"I was shooting at a deer..."

Thena

Telling Our Story

Telling Our Story

We have a story that is unique
It is told in our eyes
And our voices when we speak.
It is written in our hearts
And flows out in gentle ways
When we are with those special ones
Who bring joy to our days.
We must not be afraid to tell it;
It is too special not to share.
And if we aren't the ones to do it
Our story won't be there
To inspire and encourage
Or to bring laughter to a face;
It won't be there to encircle loved ones
Like a gentle fond embrace.
Not every day was perfect,
Nor was every moment sublime,
But it is a wonderful story
And it is yours and mine.
Thena