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"Spirit Of The Deer"
Poem reads;
These woods I've walked before
I know...
Through summer's heat
and winter's snow.
The breeze that teases
through my hair...
Faintly whispers, "I've been here,
I've been here."
I am still as I glass,
from my stand...
There's movement, my heart stops,
a buck - and he's grand!
His majesty is making his
way through the trees...
A slight nod with each step carries
his antlers with ease.
In the clearing he stops,
his eyes lock on mine...
Please beat my heart, stop trembling
my knees, just breathe and I'll be fine.
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Still looking at me,
my shot flies true...
In the wind I hear his spirit sing,
"I'm coming to you."
My pride, I'm bursting, I can't believe
my good luck...
With silent reverence I give thanks
for this majestic buck.
As I sit and relive
this dream on my wall,
It's hard to believe -
it wasn't a dream at all.
Our spirits met, on a distant path
In a life before our time...
Once again, they're together - -
Mine is his,
His is mine.
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