During World War I
there was a railroad that ran the hill
behind where we are standing now.
We have gotten into taking
an afternoon walk along this old roadbed --
aren't the views great? The Highwoods
and the Little Belts --they are twenty-five,
thirty miles from us.
The patches of timber closer in --
those are the graveyards.
The good Lord giveth
ReplyDeleteSounds peaceful...
ReplyDeleteThat view is a lovely poem.
ReplyDeletejohn,
ReplyDeleteyes. as usual you recap what i cannot put into words.
donna,
a long stretch of history everywhere one looks. yes, peaceful . . .
kass,
interesting you said what you said the way you said it. i am often thinking certain views/photos are poems, also.