The Stag

21 Jun

The Stag

The Stag

I went out for a walk one day

In the woods that were close by

I strolled along so peacefully

When something caught my eye


My eyes beheld a wondrous sight

I could hardly believe my luck

A full-grown stag stood before me

His feet all covered in muck


His antlers stood so proud and tall

His body was firm and strong

I wanted to keep this moment

I could have watched him all day long


I stood as still as I could

But I knew we’d soon be apart

He bolted off into the woods

But he remains inside my heart


© Jeanie McBain June 2000

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Posted by on June 21, 2011 in Poetry


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