SHADEQUARTER

Posted on February 4, 2016 by | 4 Comments

 

We don’t imagine men
who live alone
in the mountains

of ever dying—
we seldom saw them
when alive.

Word trickles down
the watershed:
tracks in fresh snow

where he lay down
forever to become
part of our landscape.

 

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4 responses to “SHADEQUARTER”

  1. GP Cox | February 4, 2016 at 5:59 am | Reply

    Old soldiers and cowboys never die, they just fade away…
    (That’s what the poem made me think of. )

    Liked by 2 people

  2. anotherday2paradise | February 4, 2016 at 6:06 am | Reply

    Such a peaceful concept. Gave me goosebumps.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Richard | February 4, 2016 at 6:40 am | Reply

    Alone with God. Remembered by a few.

    Like

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