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The Hunting Transformation Poem MAG

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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







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sunshinegirl said...
on 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!