There was a strong wind blowing
That wet and cold Fall day
The first day of Deer season
And to my stand I was on the way

The sun had only just began
To slowly rise
But the path was so familiar
I could walk it with closed eyes

Finally reaching my spot
I climb into my stand
Ready to wait patiently
With bow in my hand

It was so peaceful
Away from the world's strife
As the time passed
And the woods came to life

The chirps of the squirrels
The birds singing their song
Took my mind off the world
And the many things so wrong

Before I knew it
Several hours had gone by
With not a single deer
Crossing the path of my eye

Not getting a deer...
Did I have nothing to show?
For those hours in the woods
When I awoke so early to go?

That is not the case
Because I had gotten the true goods...
The peace and contentment
Only to be found in the woods.