Home-Thoughts At End Of Contract Poem by Len Webster

Home-Thoughts At End Of Contract



A mountain of paper. A year is over,
A year in a land that bears
The marks and patterns of my ancestors.
A mountain of paper and string to tie
The bundles, wrap the words and leave
The ink to fade in the winter damp cellar
Now sheltering ants.

Sunday, July 17, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: school
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