The Hunting Transformation Poem This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   The Hunting Transformation Poem

The hunter
Walks through the forest
Quietly looking for food.
He is camouflaged with brown.

He hears a sound.
He stops,
Bends over to a tree
And rubs his antlers on it
Polishing them.

by T. L., Northfield, VT






This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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sunshinegirl said...
Nov. 25, 2008 at 7:59 pm
When I was little I remember my first childhood classic (The Giving Tree) I remember it so well because of the tree that just kept giving!
 
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