The King

Something I just wrote in class today. I am not sure how it flows in the mind of someone else. it seemed to flow pretty good on to my paper though. looking for feedback both good and bad.

Over yonder hill he came
the champion of many years
his rack was the desire of many men
years of seasons he has lived

I seen him this past summer
what a mount he would make
twas ten on the left and eleven on the right

He exhumed years of experience in his eyes
I thought I will be back with winters frost
 to shoot this magnificent beast
for the trophy would be mine

Opening day came crawling along
with a smile on my face and a "whoop" I hit the road
with any luck come week's end
I'll have my trophy in hand

I make my camp and take a hike
for in the morning there will be guns about
I see the tracks and look around
on top of the knoll he stands so proud

He sits over his heard of does and last years fawns
I think just wait for morning to come
that moment we will see who is king

I awake in the morning
the sun still not up
I grab my gear
with quickness in my step

I move up the hill where last I had saw him
I find a spot where I will see him again
I sit and I wait with eager desire
with butterflies in my stomach I await his presence as I have each time

I hear the snap of a nearby branch
I pull up my rifle
and there in my sites
is this magnificent beast
I have desired

In my sites he stands
my hears begins to race
My finger tightens on the trigger with ease
with the deliberate turn of his head as if he sees
he looks right at me and if to plead
my mind starts thinking with a feeling of guilt
this creature acts as if he knows he has lost
all these years are to end is what he says
a long life I have lived and many does I have bred

I think to myself,
who am i to judge
this creatures fate
many seasons has he lived, let him go on his way
I lower my rifle, he turns and runs away
at the edge of the clearing he stops and looks my way
as if to say thank you for letting him go
with pride in my heart,
back to my campsite I go.