Old Man Poem by Ron Willis

Old Man

Rating: 4.3


The old man
said he knew nothing
about poetry,
but he'd seen
bird dogs point,
and marlin breech,
and as a boy
he saw a black bear
down on otter creek.
He learned
drinking in the war,
and fighting
when he came home.
And he learned to hate
with all the passion of fire.
That's poetry isn't it?

Thursday, March 8, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: reflection
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Lacovara 08 March 2018

Well written poem that opens the eyes, ears and heart.

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