For All Those Deer Lovers Poem by Mark J. Schulte
For All Those Deer Lovers
Young Buck Slain
This young buck was once a great Prince:
the Lord of Quantuck and 33 Quogue.
Always at dusk he'd survey his land:
the meadow, wetland, the marshes, the bog.
But like parlous endeavors that come to an end -
...or like every love on which we misspend -
with the youthful pledge that "we'll never part',
his Lordship's ended -- arrow to the heart.
MJS. 10/19
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