The Bush Painting Poem by Nick krakana

At the foot of my bed
Where I lay my head
A portrait draws me back

To the northern woods
Where the air is good
And the water refreshes your soul

Time travel would suit right now
To carry me back somehow
To sit by a campfire
On the edge of her shore

Look up to the night sky
And dream once more
Can it be only you and me
However big think we to be

We played no role in this creativity
And wisely so...putting great distance
Between the here and there... in so
Preserving what is not for us to know

Nick Krakana Sr.
December 2nd 2019
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