MY NEW YEAR( October contest)

January isn't my new year
October brings new color everywhere
a month of change and coming cheer
and filled gun racks here and there.

Companionship around a camp fire
with tales of hunts from long ago
inflamed bucks' intense desire
discussing where we ought to go.

The smell of gun powder and oil
and wet wool on rainy days
looking forward to the coming toil
of dragging deers where puddles glaze.

Greeting chill dawns as days' lengths decrease
and the cold dark nights grow long
and the winter brings a silent peace.
To October is where new years belong.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: One of the few poems which I've ever posted straight from mind to paper with no edits

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost, Burns, Longfellow, Poe, and Johnson. I guess you've noticed these are all past masters. Other than folks on site I don't read any contemporary poets .

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Comments

Sparrow 42

5 years 8 months ago

We have both done the same I think we should all be spontaneous in our writes sometimes.
I cant imagine taking more than an hour to write a new piece< as I have said many times I use to write for people on Beer mats and bits of paper where ever I was at the time and they didn't take up too much time.
I still have some of the original beer mats from Fridays in Ottawa up north a bit lol,
Take care my friend and your write is fine, I bet you miss the hunting..
Now you must hunt for words to tell us all about your being and what made you
Take care, Yours Ian ..