I am from the outdoors,

where the wilderness runs wild,

and the unexpected is expected. 

I am from swaying oaks,

the wind whistling through the woods,

darkness closing in.

I am from my warm, camo pants,

the cold settling through the valley,

surrounded by wilderness.

I am in my boots, 

toes frigid like the air,

socks were frozen like the terrain.

I am hunting the rolling hills of southwestern Wisconsin, 

looking, for that one of a kind whitetail deer to walk by my stand

I’m one that doesn’t give up.

I am from the outdoors,

where learning your surroundings is essential,

and doing things the ordinary wouldn’t is crucial.