Hickory Smoke Poem by John Myshkoff

Hickory Smoke

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The last wisps of hickory smoke
Stolen by a half hearted breeze,
Hung faintly near the campfire.
Embers sharing warmth
Warding off a night chill,
A bit early for this time of year,
My old wool shirt
Skillfully hides pine needles in buttoned pockets,
And traps the scent of the north woods in its weave.

Saturday, July 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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