poetry texts, poem archive at plagiarist.com

Alone on the railroad track
  I walked with pounding heart.
The ties were too close together
  or maybe too far apart.

The scenery was impoverished:
  scrub-pine and oak; beyond
its mingled gray-green foliage
  I saw the little pond

where the dirty old hermit lives,
  lie like an old tear
holding onto its injuries
  lucidly year after year.

The hermit shot off his shot-gun
  and the tree by his cabin shook.
Over the pond went a ripple
  The pet hen went chook-chook.

"Love should be put into action!"
  screamed the old hermit.
Across the pond an echo
  tried and tried to confirm it.

Added: 2 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 10 Feb 2012 12:05 AM | Viewed: 9048 times

PoetryNotes™ Analysis

A custom PoetryNotes™ eBook may be ordered for this poem. Get help with your homework - delivered in 5-6 days.

For more information...