Emile Pinet Poet Rubaiyat

Born In a Shack

The roadway's blocked with drifts of snow,
by winter winds that howl and blow.
And ominous clouds clot the sky,
beneath a sallow sun's faint glow.

House calls get performed on the fly,
even though I'm no longer spry.
But a country doctor's no good,
unless he is willing to try.

Experience; says that I could,
but first, I'll gather more firewood.
For nights gets cold when it turns black,
and some have frozen where they've stood.

My tired feet plow a winding track
through frozen fields on my way back.
And yet, I'm prouder than they know
of that baby born in a shack.


(Interlocking Rubáiyát)


3/12/2015

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Line Gauthier February 25, 2018 at 3:03 PM What a beautiful poem, Emile. The description of the situation and character flows beautifully... like honey. A definite FAVE for me. Emile Pinet February 25, 2018 at 5:32 PM Thanks Line, all of your comments are appreciated my friend, Emile.

Julia Ward March 23, 2015 at 1:43 AM "baby born in a shack" - lovely phrasing. Julia, xx Emile Pinet March 23, 2015 at 8:32 AM Thanks so much Julia, your visits are always a treat. Emile.

Kp Nunez March 16, 2015 at 2:32 AM Beautiful, Emile. Takes us back to time and place of laidback lifestyle. Though nature were many times cruel, man would always find hope and positive everywhere, everytime. 7. Hugs! KIM :) Emile Pinet March 16, 2015 at 8:07 AM Thank you so much for this vote of confidence and encouragement.

Jaycee Cervenka March 13, 2015 at 8:20 AM I love to read different styles of poetry, because it inspires me. You did a great job of painting that cold winter picture within the structure. Emile Pinet March 13, 2015 at 8:27 AM Thanks Janet, your comments are always welcome. Emile.

Demetrios Trifiatis March 12, 2015 at 2:00 PM When living in Montreal, Canada and some times was spending weekends close in the woods have found myself in similar situations weather wise, I mean! Very attractive story, well written with vivid images that makes one feel his feet... frozen, dear Emile! The last line is one you should be proud of! Emile Pinet March 12, 2015 at 3:39 PM Thank you my friend, your words cheer me up. Emile.

Richard Lamoureux March 12, 2015 at 10:41 AM This is really good Emile, I was drawn in by your story. Emile Pinet March 12, 2015 at 10:46 AM Thanks so much Richard, your visits are always welcome. Emile.

Tammy Reams March 12, 2015 at 9:56 AM Love this write! It makes me remember the time I lived in Dixon Illinois. The winters were brutal and at the same time beautiful. It also makes me see things from the old times long ago when Doctors did make house calls. Love it! Emile Pinet March 12, 2015 at 10:47 AM Thanks Tammy, you've brought a smile to my day. Emile.