The Woodsman & the Doe

Hey, everyone! I'd like to start things off with a poem I've just finished writing a few days ago: The Woodsman
& the Doe. This poem was inspired by a story a friend of mine passed along about a hunter who, rather than killing a wounded deer, took it upon himself to nurse the newborn doe back to health. Please let me know what you think. Thanks! Enjoy.

The Woodsman & the Doe

Lay me down, O woodsman wise

I am a wounded doe

My sight is dim, my skin is cold

This is my time to go

The huntsman’s snare about by leg

Has made me weak and faint

My heart is weak, my will is gone

Please come to me, my saint

But as you gazed into my eye

Your arrow on the mark

You saw inside a dimming light

That hid inside your heart

The light grew strong inside your soul

You lower slow your bow

Within your arms like timbers strong

You carried home this doe

By firelight you nursed my wound

And warmed my weary bones

Gave me shelter, food, and drink

And shared with me your home

We lived together in the woods

In your cabin on a hill

All winter long we became friends

And friends we remain still

When spring was near we parted ways

The woodsman and the doe

We’ll met again, of this I’m sure

The wind has told me so

We still share the same one home

The forest and the view

So next you see my winter trail

Know that I will see you too

                                          - Piper Quinn