Saturday, October 1, 2011

The Bluff

I found a house nobody wanted,
Splintered and windblown on a bluff…
A few patches would last my lifetime,
I thought at the time, “That’s enough”!

My youth tricked me into buying it,
Repairs were made one board at a time…
I tailored it all to suit my needs,
Then realized the home was never mine.

I shared the light pole with an eagle,
My fish pond was water for the deer,
Windfall apples fed shy coyotes,
Hungry rabbits and crows all year.

A quarter of a century later,
I feel the wind pull the boards apart…
Of the home I foolishly purchased,
Never realizing, I remodeled my heart.

1 comment:

  1. 2011 was a very good year for your poetry.