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