CROSSING KANSAS BY TRAIN
The telephone poles
Have been holding their
Arms out
A long time now
To birds
That will not
Settle there
But pass with
Strange cawings
Westward to
Where dark trees
Gather about a
Water hole this
Is Kansas the
Mountains start here
Just behind
The closed eyes
Of a farmer’s
Sons asleep
In their work clothes
POEM TO BE READ AT 3 A.M.
Excepting the diner
On the outskirts
The town of Ladora
At 3 A.M.
Was dark but
For my headlights
And up in
One second-story room
A single light
Where someone
Was sick or
Perhaps reading
As I drove past
At seventy
Not thinking
This poem
Is for whoever
Had the light on
Well articuated and nicely brought forth. A beautiful creation.........
...for whoever had the light on...lucky man... to have this poem dedicated to him!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Informative American sketches, but this must be read at 3 AM, why? I am reading now at 3 PM, so? BUT I have enjoyed tremendously this teacher's poem