Registered: 01/02/07
Posts: 478
Loc: Jackson cty. Wisc.
Wrote this one back in '73 in San Diego at the Marine Corps recruit depot the night I gratuated.
Cement Trees
Standing at night in a city built of cold stone. Looking for familiar stars overhead; I begin to remember sights now not seen. I remember years gone by in a trappers cabin; wood smoke adhered to rough walls and eve, door standing open, welcoming; all who ventered to visit or say "Hello". Fellow chasers of the wild.
Hoot-owl singing me to sleep. Rustle of dried leaves in the night breeze, silent clouds moving in the night: and I naming stars after friends and loves I once knew. They no longer exist to me, in this city made of stone. It's street lights blocking drifting memeories of all .. I once knew and would never know again.