C.J. Dont Have One Poet ABC

Could Be

I wake up before the sun from a cozy bed

I walk outside and feel the crisp autumn chill

So I put a stocking cap on my head

 

I walk through the back yard

heading for the woods

doing something city boy

only wish they could

 

I arrive at my stand

and check the direction of the breeze

before I climb up ole faithful

a dying, dark barked maple tree

I make myself comfortable

as the sun stretches its arms 

for the sky

producing iridescent colors

I live for the outdoor

and that's one of the reasons why

 

Not far behind me a freshly cut field of hay

in front endless rows of cornstalks fill the way

 

I begin to think of a tradition

My son and I on thanksgiving day.

he is still here with me

even though last November he passed away

 

I start hearing cars doors shut

its coming from over the hill

carrying an aroma of cinnamon

It's my favorite! Pumpkin pie

Justin, I'll be back, But for now Goodbye

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Poet Destroyer A May 13, 2016 at 11:40 PM c.j, Fantastic writing, glad to read your poem tonight. Forever ~LINDA~

Skat A May 12, 2016 at 8:59 AM C.J. dont have one, SO Nice.............. SKAT