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When I Was Just a Child


As a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, and thought as a child,

As a man, I put away my childish ways, though in memories, sad all the while.

How many creatures of the world, their lives I often took, without any remorse,

So often hunted smallest ones, killed in glee, why, for the life of me, my course.


Many times I took lives of wild ones, thinking the while, was becoming a man,

Brandishing a rifle, shotgun, a bow, believing that I was part of some wild band.

A part of a culture, its customs, I so cherished, craving time spent in the wild,

Shooting wild turkey, wild deer and ducks, small doves taken, placed in a pile.


Now I'm much older, so set in my ways, of my memory so troubling, of former days,

I feel so much regret, sadness of their loss, beautiful wild ones, in my mind stays.

As a painter and creator of wildlife I once took, everyone crafted, placed in a book,

Not one to be saved, a single life taken, of my past life lived, their beauty forsaken.


I tried to recapture the lives to be lost, painted every kind, no matter the cost,

Words written in rhymes, never to pardon my crimes, as wild ones had to pay.

As the sun sets in evening's sky, watching wild geese to fly, my thoughts return,

Such beauty, winged ones portray, as sadness remains in my memory to stay.



whonunuwho (author) from United States on October 21, 2016:

Thank you for your understanding my friend. This is hard to deal with over the years. I was sometimes torn between hunting and only going out in the woods just to be in nature and see wildlife. Finally, I'm glad to say that just being outdoors and seeing wild things meant much more than taking lives. Thank you. whonu

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on October 21, 2016:

As someone who didn't grow up in a hunting family, it's refreshing to hear of your remorse. It's interesting that you say you try to make up for your past by immortalizing wildlife in words and art. I commend you for that. Don't be too hard on yourself, whonu. You've seen the other side and have chosen which road you wish to take moving forward. That's what counts today and tomorrow.

whonunuwho (author) from United States on October 15, 2016:

Thank you my friend and glad you enjoyed my work. Blessings. whonu

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on October 15, 2016:

Most heartfelt poetry. Childhood memories are great. Love the artwork.

whonunuwho (author) from United States on October 11, 2016:

Thank you Jodah. Things we may have done in our youth come back to haunt us sometimes. It's a good thing we have a forgiving God of us all. whonu

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on October 11, 2016:

Whonu, I feel your regret for the innocent wild lives taken in your youth. I feel the same regrets, and now I respect all life. I commend your artwork as some sort of repentence. Nice work.

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