Sunday, April 17, 2011

Adieu, not goodbye

Travelin' home from the hills is a sorrowful thing
Closin' up the little cabin tight an' snug
Walkin' through and makin' sure all is well.
Coverin' old iron beds with sheets
Checkin' windows an pausin'
Lookin' out the back at a salt block
Wonderin' if I waited for a moment more
Just maybe that little gray doe
Would wander in to lick
Just one more lick before I go.
Door tight, electric off
Close and lock the gate
And gone.
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