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Big Wapiti
Big Wapiti of the
forests,
Of the fields and of the
plains,
Spirited, majestic
beast,
Whose strength and power
reigns.
Born of a docile, tiny
deer,
Sired by an Old World
elk,
His destiny could only
be
A sovereignty
unparalleled.
If challenged or
disturbed,
He snorts with anger, paws the
ground,
Looks about, throws back his
head,
Then flaunts his antlered
crown.
Stand back! This terrain is
his!
Bow down! He rules this
land!
Stay down wind in the
thicket!
This massive beast is in
command!
Admire him from a
distance,
But do not cross his
path,
Do not let him catch your
scent,
Lest you invoke his
wrath.
Snow and ice, his winter
playground,
A heavy hide, his winter
suit,
Palmated horns, his winter
hat,
And hooves of steel, his winter
boots.
Outfitted by the Lord
Himself,
To withstand the
elements,
Then armed with antlers on his
head,
The tools for his
defense.
One of God's own
creatures,
So perfectly designed,
He bows only to his
God,
And never to mankind.
Virginia (Ginny)
Ellis
Copyright October
2006
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