The Untimely Passing Of A Time Traveler Poem by Howard Camner

Mostly I remember your farm
It was a weird place
where the animals were words
and that old wooden fence surrounding the property
was just a state of mind

You came to me one night
and said something that I forgot
as you were saying it

(but that's always been my weakness)

So the farm is paid for now
The news hit like a brick
I almost have enough of those damned things
to build my house

(or maybe some inner jail)

I remember you like a shadow
in and out of time
but mostly
I remember your farm