Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BUCK, by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. Poet's Biography First Line: I've tracked you up the wind, my buck Last Line: You gallant little beast! Alternate Author Name(s): Clark, Badger Subject(s): Animals; Deer; Fields; Hunting; Pastures; Meadows; Leas; Hunters | ||||||||
I've tracked you up the wind, my buck; You're lying plain in sight. No need of hasty trigger-pluck I'll plant this bullet right, Then hang you up and thank my luck And feast on you tonight. You lie with primly folded knees; Your jaw goes round and round, But, even so, you're not at ease Your big eyes search the ground, Your black nose samples every breeze, Your ears sift every sound. I'm sheathed in hide I stole from kine And wool I stole from sheep; My cabin, built of murdered pine, Defends me while I sleep, And that great sword, the law, is mine To guard me in its sweep. But youas through the woods you scour, You're starkly on your own. No stolen shield or borrowed power Protects your brawn and bone. You save your life from hour to hour And out-guess fate alone. Oh, well, go fight with antlered foes; You're safe from me, at least. Go court your coy and dainty does Smoked hog shall be my feast. May sweet grass ever greet your nose, You gallant little beast! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMENT OF QUARRY by LEONIE ADAMS KILLDEER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE YOUNG FOWLER THAT MISTOOK HIS GAME by PHILIP AYRES A POEM ABOUT THE HOUNDS AND THE HARES by LISEL MUELLER A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. A BAD HALF HOUR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. A COWBOY'S PRAYER (WRITTEN FOR MOTHER) by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. |
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