Daver Austin Poet Free verse

The Frame

THE FRAME

Walking along a mountain trail
We came upon this simple frame
So scant and weathered leaning
Logs peeled and frail

An old canteen
Side a dry creek
Some empty cans
Held pork and beans

Just rocks and sticks
The small clearing
Had been ravaged
By nature’s licks

We stood a spell
Imagining 
(cabin complete)
(retreat - to dwell)

In days long gone
What was the change
Death or taxes?
Then we moved on

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Shadow Hamilton May 28, 2013 at 11:04 AM I like this thought provoking write Linda

Constance La France May 3, 2013 at 7:25 AM Dave, I find this poem so sadly beautiful, you write with great emotion, well done and thanks for visiting my poetry, constance

Andrea Dietrich May 2, 2013 at 11:05 AM death or taxes. yep, I bet it was one of those. I really like this. It seems like a form of poetry other than free verse, the way it moves from long stanza to shorter ones.

Connie Marcum Wong May 2, 2013 at 12:27 AM A pensive piece to ponder Dave. I enjoyed the idea of visualizing the cabin and the quiet. Mahalo

Donna Jones May 1, 2013 at 9:55 PM One wonders when finding a scene such as this....:-)

Joe Maverick May 1, 2013 at 2:44 PM No change from either Daver I suppose, sending you soup mail in a minute..'

Kim Van Breda May 1, 2013 at 12:58 PM Lovely descriptive-- felt in the moment of your words. Well done.