The Hunter Returns

Sitting proudly atop his pony,

another trailing behind,

loaded with food for his family.

He sang a song of thanksgiving,

to be able to provide for family.

The morning sky

emits a warming pride to his features;

a proud warrior,

when in battle, reaped many coups.

Today, as in all days, he battles for peace.

Back-dropped by sister mountains,

surrounding a valley of trees,

lies his home in waiting,

and the road home,

a silvery lake of pureness.

As he approaches, there is no sound,

save hooves splashing water with each step.

Ever closer, he spies his woman,

his young sons.

Before his gaze,

stands his heritage, his pride.

A breath of nature’s coolness

sweeps over his bronzed flesh.

He stops, dismounts,

stares intently at all around him.

A small thin smile emerges on his scarred face.

He looks upon his sons with pride,

and his woman who shines with welcomed love.

He is home in this valley of peace,

where struggle and war are but a memory,

but the ways of his people continue.

When night has fallen,

bellies filled, stories told,

sons sleep,

and his woman provides him warmth;

he knows today has been one of the good days.