All In A Day’s Hunt Poem by Dave Tendell

A thin hat kept the sun from blinding my poor sensitive eyes,
as I swatted away at the little famished mosquitoes and pesky flies.
Swarming wasp chased me, like fighter jets, all around,
as I watched for sneaky snakes slithering upon the weeded ground.

I scanned, like a hawk, the bushy fields for my prey.
Confident I would triumph before the end of the day.
Through the brush crammed woods; I did track.
Not for sure what lurked behind my unsuspecting back.

Salty sweat dripped, like rainwater, off my hairy head.
My poor skin was scorched; it was so awfully red.
Like a sport, the poison ivy and chiggers did compete.
Resulting in itchy bumps that gathered on my hands and tired feet.

Finally, I spotted an area that looked to be first-rate.
I hurried; it was getting awfully late.
My treasured stash was growing and starting to overflow,
when darkness settled and I had to reluctantly go.

At home, I concluded that I had done quite well on this day.
Although, heartbroken that a few did get away.
My kill, the tiny seeded treasures, made it worth my while.
I can say this now with a blackberry stained smile.

Dave Tendell - Louisville, KY.