james kennett

Rookie - 20 Points (16 3 1967 / Stroud, Gloucestershire)

Night Story - Poem by james kennett

Within wood call owl
He hoot and cry!
In night as cold as stone
As creatures live and die.

On broken branch i hie-
They crack and crunch!
Along path as small as snake
By the edge of the ranch.

Still skiff wont move
I heave and heave;
Along edge of the night
with a carpet of leaves.

Stubborn slough, take me!
You full of weed!
I cannot make my force
Take me at the speed.

Really quick, now,
row skiff
to the place
where she lies.

Comments about Night Story by james kennett

  • (2/10/2009 9:44:00 AM)

    great wording, good poem. thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 3, 2006

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