>found poem from behind my parent’s home


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.

About redmitten

author of Cracking Geodes Open, Making Good Use of August, and The Peppermint Bottle. poetry editor for IthacaLit. website: https://toomuchaugust.wordpress.com

4 responses to “>found poem from behind my parent’s home

  1. >That view is a lovely poem.

  2. >john,yes. 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.

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