The Deer

deer in colorado park

The deer scampered

through the park

searching for a place of safety

before it became dark


Darting in the woods

scampering between the trees

the hunter is near

with a gun on his knees


The deer hears a shot

the hunter has missed

he is almost home

his ears raised in bliss


God has protected him

along the way

providing him with speed

safety on this day


Trusting God to protect us

when danger is near

there is a way out

when we choose to hear


We are safe

like this deer

thanking God for grace

for holding us near


copyright 2017 Debbie Pierce


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  1. I have never seen a buck on my road, but I quite often see a doe or fawn. Sometimes a doe will have a new fawn and a yearling with her. I always am extra careful when I approach them because they can dart quickly out in the road. And if one passes across the road I always wait to see if there is another before I continue on. I’m sure they are pests to people with gardens and reserves of hay for their livestock, but to me they are still beautiful.

  2. Does you have a memory associated with this poem?I felt like it. Like it was personal. But I could be wrong.

    • Hi. No personal memory associated with this poem. There are a lot of people that hunt deer in this part of the country. It is an inspiration based on several stories from people. Hunting adventures are shared frequently and many people discuss how either the deer escaped or how fortunate they were not to be hurt because of doing something not wise. Thanks for reading.

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