Dried Wood
Dried Wood
Dried wood flaking in secluded sunlight
Reflected in the rippled roiling stream
Solemn squeak of rusted waterwheel
Long stilled by progress passing by.
Soft green of trees reclaiming homeland
Quick splash of trout in clearing pools
Damp stones to ease the heat of summer
Old men reflecting on their days.
Windows that overlook the valley
Stairways that lead to doors long lost
Home to owl and frightened field mice
Scars that mark the passages of men.
© 2013 – 76 words
submitted to – Any Free Verse 150 words or less – Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2017
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