Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Hunting Season

[Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect set us to write a Terza Rima for this week's Monday Poetry Stretch. Check out her site at the end of the week to see what others came up with. As for me, I have never seen the following, but my Mom tells me that an Arkansas native told her about this.]

Hunting Season

The guns are all clean and alarm clocks are on,
to wake up too early and head right on out.
The long day will feel like a whole marathon.
Youngsters rise with a grumble and pout,
(the weatherman promised the day would be clear)
a quick bite and coffee and then they are out
and into the woods to go hunting for deer.
A few counties over it's turkeys they'll seek,
and many will hope that they forego the beer
as they take enough food to stay out for a week
to fend of the yawns and to keep them awake,
but contrarily too much will put them to sleep!
A few groups that gather to go out and make
a hunting trip into the woods for the day
are seeking for something else out by the lake.
They're looking for parasites locked on their prey.
Their shotguns are loaded and ready to go
after bunches of green amidst branches so gray.
They will aim at the branches and fire just so,
the dead branch will tumble and fall at their feet
so that then they can harvest the green mistletoe
and they'll package it up for a profit quite sweet.


Maria said...

Hunting for mistletoe is a worthy venture...

sister AE said...

Hi, Maria. After my mom told me about this, I started thinking of it as "mistletoe season".

laurasalas said...

I had no idea that this was one way people gathered mistletoe. There's got to be a short story here, too! This sets my mind reeling with possibilities!

What a great surprise ending to your terza rima! Thanks for sharing.

sister AE said...

Thanks, Laura. When I heard about this I couldn't get it out of my head!