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Staring at Death–The Maasai Lion Hunt
“Grab your spears and grab your shields!”
the elder warrior said with a smile on his face.
My first lion hunt begins.
I cannot have fear, I must stay strong.
A warrior will return home.
“Slowly now–the lion rests near,”
the elder warrior said in a whisper.
My first lion lies in the grass.
I keep my eyes open.
A warrior will return.
“Spears at the ready, the lion wakes!”
The elder warrior shouted the commanded.
The lion roars in rage.
I hold my spear and shield taut.
A warrior will return.
“Throw your spear, young one!”
The elder warrior ordered.
My first lion charges.
I hold up my shield and throw my spear.
A warrior will return.
“A fine hunt, young warrior!”
The elder warrior exclaimed with a smile.
My first lion fell.
I hold up my shield in victory.
A warrior has come home.
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This poem is for the 10@MPM poetry competition.