Soon I Shall Retreat
Soon I shall retreat to the mountains up north
To my home in those West Virginia hills,
Where songs of the mountaineers call me forth
I can hear the plaintive voice of the whippoorwill.
I am no stranger to the river valleys meandering
Around the steep cliffs and verdant stands of pine,
Sounds of red-headed woodpeckers hammering
The hidden dank mouth of a deserted coal mine.
I long to feel my hands digging in the rich dark earth
As spring comes to the higher fields on the farm,
Evenings fill with reminiscing, laughter, and mirth
No other place I know has such compelling charm.
written April 15, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment