
Poem: Hunter
By: HR Creel
under this tree I learned
that I am no hunter
watching the men in my family
kill, spill blood,
put food on the proverbial table
I learned that I am a gatherer
or singer
or near-sighted bard.
By: HR Creel
under this tree I learned
that I am no hunter
watching the men in my family
kill, spill blood,
put food on the proverbial table
I learned that I am a gatherer
or singer
or near-sighted bard.