Twilight In the Pines
A dusky passage, winding streets, ventured by merlot,
Walking through the alley, a blind man will go.
Nights bliss walks a homeless man, chin up, heart so kind,
Imagination through the pine trees, trails he can only find.
The chirping of the crickets as woodland creatures scour,
Serene, Rim top camping, a peaceful midnight hour.
Pallets on fire, mice scattered thru the street,
Carried on, a blind man, Mother Nature’s his retreat.
To the left he will climb, finding shelter from the bears,
Excitement from a childhood, reminiscing tears.
Died down local traffic, no honking of the cars,
Desolate, departed streets, corralled in the bars.
Best part of the day, a nature hike, his life’s highlight,
Walking the streets smiles a blind man, his enchanting twilight.
Twilight- Poetry Contest
Dated 09-23-2016
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