I wrote this poem about 28 years ago after getting my favorite young dog ruined at the tree by a mean dog. The man had driven down from Kansas City to hunt with me and followed me out in his truck. He snuck off and left me there tending to my dog. The Ballad of Hunter It wasnt supposed to happen, it wasnt meant to be. How was I to know, hed destroy you at the tree. The stranger said hed heard a lot, about this special hound. ... Said hed like to hunt with him, so I asked him down. A date was set to show the man, the order wasnt tall. I had no doubt youd show your best, the man would be in awe. Youd done this many nights before, every time the same. Wed send him home, just like the rest with Hunter on his brain. The man showed up with his blue dog, the biggest dog Id seen. I didnt ask and had no clue, that the dog was mean. It all seemed so perfect, while you were standing side by side. I had no way of knowing, about the monster deep inside. We cast our dog into the night, darkness all around. The blue dog strikes, yet you restrain; I knew what he had found. The man asked so wheres this dog, I drove so far to see. All I could think to say, was you wont see him at this tree. The blue dog comes on the tree, with everything hes got. He sounded quite impressive, blowing out the top. As we walk in to shine the bush, I know what we will see. Just as I thought, when I shined my light, a possum looks at me. The man seemed quite happy, petting up his hound. I step away and listen close, for Hunter to be found. There you are, my faithful friend, a half a mile deep. With every single breath you take, youre tearing up that tree. As we start to Hunter, blue dog walking by our side, I cant help the feeling; Im overcome with pride. We get within a hundred yards, the blue dog rushes in. I think hes going to back you up, but the trouble soon begins. You didnt see him coming, with your belly on the wood. He grabbed you by your ham string, with everything he could. And when it was over, the damage had been done. While Im tending to your wounds, he grabs his dog, and leaves me on the run.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 15:42:48 +0000
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