Photo by Cole Wilks / Flatlander Fan Page and Channel‘Song of the Elk’ by Alexander King Ream The Society March 29, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 8 Comments From hoof and hide, to flank and horn, Amid the wood, was noble born, Upon the field I walked at length, Swift in motion, high in strength, And scarcely did I need to boast, Rare of speech, unheard by most, Until this day, when hoof and bone, And blood and frame and muscle tone, Within this land, where long I’ve trod, I sacrificed, to follow God, My King whose crown was loaned to me; I gave it back, to thankful be. Alec Ream is a writer living in the Northern Neck of Virginia. His work has been printed in Decanto Poetry Magazine (West Sussex, UK) 2013-14, Western Viewpoints 2014 (Woodinville, Washington) and Poetic Images: the Great American West 2015 (Woodinville, Washington), The Society of Classical Poets Annual Journals 2015-19 (Mt Hope, New York), The Rocky Point Times 2016 (Puerto Peñasco, Mexico) and in several issues of The Lyric (Jericho, Vermont) 2015-18. Currently, his work has gone to print in the Autumn Journal of The Writers Guild of Virginia, and his novel Canterbury 2020 is being edited for print in 2020 by High Tide Press in Deltaville, Virginia. A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at the University of Georgia, he deployed to Hawija, then wrote on Lookout Mountain, continuing to write, lecture and work for Delta Kappa Epsilon International. He prefers to note that he was first published reading to the pledge class of Michigan DKE, in Ann Arbor. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 8 Responses Joe Tessitore March 29, 2020 A great poem, and perfect for a Sunday morning. Reply Joseph S. Salemi March 29, 2020 The elk in the photograph was killed with a very powerful bow, which can be seen in the foreground of the picture. Great shot! Reply Cole Wilks March 29, 2020 Thank you. That Bull now feeds my family. Reply Alexander Ream March 29, 2020 May be what it’s all about Brother Tim March 29, 2020 Never killed one would love to nice one Reply Alexander Ream March 29, 2020 thanks Tim – you may yet, King Jesus has all kinda good surprises; He’s good, but not boring. Reply C.B. Anderson March 29, 2020 Elk is one of the few big game animals I haven’t eaten (yet). I’ve tried bear, mountain lion and mule deer, but I’ve heard that elk is the best. From hunters I knew in the mountains of northern Arizona I learned that it’s best to hunt elk when there is snow on the ground, because the animal is so big and has so much latent heat that it’s a good idea to pack the eviscerated body cavity with snow, lest the meat spoil before a hunter can get it home. Moose is something else I’d like to try, but that will not likely happen anytime soon. Reply Steven March 30, 2020 A beautiful poem. Thanks Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.