Hunting poetry

[leo0274]

Hello guys, lately I wrote 2 poems about hunting and I would like to share them with you.
If you wrote, or know others good poems, songs, texts, etc about hunting, post here.
Sorry if this is in the wrong place.
Note: I wrote them in portuguese, so maybe they lost some of the meaning with the translation.

The beauty of hunting will never be in the moment the eyes of the prey shut lifelessly.
Many people hunt just to see blood and death
and forget to watch old rugged mountains
and the magnificence of ancient trees,
leaving behind experiences that would enrich their lifes.
The actual hunting trophies are the memories
each smell, sound and sight.
Therefore, there is no failure in hunting,
and anyone who says different is no true hunter.
Many will condemn us killers!
but in the end, all that matters
is the passion in the heart, the gun and the chase.

"A hunter's Epitaph"

Now my old hound lies sleeping
He doesn't know I've left
He still wakes, runs and barks.
But my hunting days in this land are over
I ain't gonna shoot that old gun no more.
The angels brought my chariot
tomorrow I'll be hunting in celestial fields