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someone's forgotten cottage

someone’s forgotten cottage

 

 

walking in the woods

I discovered

an old deserted cottage

 

weeds and thicket grew all around

the windows were gone

old curtains blew in the

breeze seeming to enjoy their

almost freedom

 

old chairs sitting in front

of the cottage wasting away

in the rain sun and snow

 

if I look hard enough might

I get a glimpse...

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abandonedcottageforgottenwoods

a pair of old cowboy boots

a pair of old cowboy boots (1950s)

 

 

Kenny and I always wanted

a pair of cowboy boots

 

there was no money for such

a childish wish

 

one day walking

in the woods

we stumbled upon a trash dump

 

someone richer than us

had discarded what

we considered treasures

 

we found old comic books

an old alarm clock

that worked, once we banged

it ...

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cowboy bootsimaginationkidstreasureswoods

scary night sounds

scary night sounds

 

 

he hears the night woods

soft sounds as well as scary

 

different from day woods

 

he lies in his cold bed

in cold room

hears frozen trees

grinding against each other

in the cold night wind

a hard unpleasant sound

 

hears distant sounds

far away in the hills

is it the sound of a wolf

or a coyote seeking a mate

 

owl...

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nightscarywoodswolvesboysleep

thinking of robert frost

 

thinking of a poet

 

 

in a new england village

an old man wandered

the road towards me

thick crop of frosted hair

 

snowflakes started to fall

 

he shuffled along

looking here

looking there

 

a flight of geese

flew in a perfect V pattern

south

 

he watched them disappear

then walked

towards me slowly

a bit confused

 

hello ...

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new englandpoetryrobert frostsnoewoods

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