You’re in the tree before sun rise
Peering thru the brush, straining your eye

You check the wind, your setup is great
You settle in the stand to sit and wait

The sun is up and the woods come to life
Squirrels start to stir and birds take flight

From behind you hear a twig break
Your adrenaline flows and your heart starts to race

You calm your nerves as a doe walks by
Then you see antlers out the corner of your eye

You pick up your bow and slowly you rise
He is twenty yards now and turns broad side

You draw back, take aim and let the arrow go
The buck bolts off behind the doe

Your legs start shaking, it was a real good hit
You settle down and for an hour you sit

You’ve waited long enough and climb from your stand
Now you’re holding a bloody arrow in your hand

You follow the trail, up over the hill
You’re eager to find your next bow kill

The blood trail is thick, he must be near
Then theirs a ringing in your ear

It’s the alarm clock, as real as it seemed
Now you’re up early to go live your dream

-Author Unknown-