The Old Frontiersman Poem by james watkin

The Old Frontiersman



Remains with him, this vision.
Un-dimmed, these long and lone
Years; colder without!
Luckless hunter's, as home-cooked
Fumes tease ice-tipped snout

One lit window. Love's abides.
Poured into, of its warmth
A heart. A cauldron!
Gone out, forever. With it;
Wood stove's fanned action.

Sunday, December 11, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,affinity and love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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