Into the Long Grass

Mark_2011

And when evening came,

he took the lane again.
A dog barked behind the pond.
The sun, an egg yoke,
oozed into the trees.

A rusty gate
still warm from the day.
A block of ice in his chest
melted away.

Somewhere beyond sight,
a gun cracked hollow
across the fields.

Then everything
was deeply quiet,
deeply still.

  • Author: Mark_2011 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2020 11:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Lorna.
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Comments2

  • Trenz Pruca

    I enjoyed it a lot.

    • Mark_2011

      Thank you.

    • Lorna

      This took me to places I've been....... end of a lot of summer days filled with horses and fields and then a setting sun.......... beautiful ...

      • Mark_2011

        Thank you for reading it. Yes - a fine way to end the day, seeing the sun go down. 🙂



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