Hunting Traditional Way


I close my eyes and dream awake

No longer am I in this place

The walls have melted away like ice

No more do I need to pay the price

Of living in modern times.


I open my eyes and live in the dream

Standing near my favourite stream

The fish are jumping high

And turtles’ noses floating by

Living now traditional time.


The men out hunting with their spears

The women and children huddled near

A fire that burns bright

Keeping watch both day and night

Life’s good in traditional times.

  • Cheree Stokes © 30/09/2016

Acrylic on stretched canvas

60cm x 50cm

Hunting Traditional Way