" MAN OF THE WOODS"
Born quite a distance from civilized land,
This man was,
In this place, these surroundings of still and
Quiet lives he.
Immense sort of a man bearded with scraggly hair,
Hunts for that which he eats, gun or knife In hand
In weather hostile or friendly he makes his way,
Cabin built of wood Is where this loner dwells In
Content to be In this place without another soul
Whittling wood or the harmonica played Is a passion
Of a man alone.
Fish that have been caught In a stream near by, fried
Up for dinner,
Eating next to a fire that takes the chill from the night
As he thinks.
On the porch settles this soul who exists In solitude
Enjoying the night,
Not so complete without the puff of smoke from his
Tobacco Filled pipe.
As he speaks goodnight to all around, all that lives,
He's Off to slumber,
Who he Is matters' not, man of the woods, farewell.
experience helps, amen
Thank you for reading.
On Sun, May 16, 2021 at 5:56 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: