RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 63 Stag & Noise

 

 

distant noises fade
amidst rustling of dry leaves,
a deer’s accepting gaze


Copyright © 2015-09-22, by Liz Bennefeld. All rights reserved.


Recalling a scene from childhood, living at the edge of a small town, when coming out of the door in the early morning, I would see deer in our garden eating corn from the stocks.

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18 thoughts on “RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 63 Stag & Noise

  1. Thank you for joining. 🙂 I think people miss out if they don’t have a memory like this one. Deer can be more accepting than people realize. They like peace, just like people do.
    The world is asleep,
    While deer search for morning meals,
    Man searches for them.

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    1. Thank you! And also for the complementary haiku. 😀 I used to write a lot of haiku in the mid-60s, when English haiku was not only 5-7-5, but also rhymed first and last lines.

      I look forward to continuing to write to your weekly prompts.

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  2. Hey Liz, I have wonderful childhood memories of deer in fields (where now there are Home Depots and strip malls). Fab that you are joining in the Haiku fun. I took a couple months off this summer as no time with working, but delighted to connect with you again and in such an excellent venue. Melissa Xx

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    1. Our tiny town has not grown that much toward the north side. It’s only four more blocks or so to the first cow pasture, or last I saw, anyway. We are to visit my parents tomorrow or the next day, depending on the weather. Guess I will take a look as we round the relevant corner. You also are from a small town? I am hoping to be more awake for the trip than I have this past week.

      I had been following this haiku challenge for a while, but only now that the allergy index is “low” am I hopeful that I can follow through on one more thing. 🙂 I have been enjoying your posts very much. I miss the many activities of the out of doors.

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        1. Our drive to Hawley went well, and we visited with both my parents while sorting through what we were to take. (I have an entire shoebox of CDs containing embroidery software to go with the sewing machine that my mother gave me on our last trip, along with feet and tiny screwdriver for changing them out.)

          I looked between the houses as we drove past the (former) farm where I used to play with the feeder calves and help collect and candle eggs for market, and I see that at least the first half of that particular pasture has been cleared, unfenced, and turned into a nice-sized walking park. When I am able, perhaps next spring, I will walk there via the gradeschool playground to see if the creek still flows through it. A very satisfying day. 🙂

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          1. How beautiful that sounds! Your childhood certainly had some interesting activities to give you great memories. Doesn’t sound like it has changed much and for something worthwhile at that–can still connect with the great outdoors as it is now.

            Cool, embroidery software (jealous ;)) !

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            1. It seems odd, now, but for most of my life, my childhood seemed quite normal to me. My brother Tim wrote a while back, in his blog, some memories from childhood that gave me some perspective. In addition to the edge-of-farmland experiences, our home life also was at odds with our community. This section in particularly amused and enlightened me: http://timminn.com/1-essays-on-an-ordinary-life/5-library/ – I think you’d get a laugh out of it. 😀

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