IN YOUR LIFETIME - Poem
IN YOUR LIFETIME”
(copyright 2011, by Dave Kiffer)
My father said to me
As we climbed through
The torn brush after
The loggers had left
I asked the question
As we ascended above
Our boat waiting in
Our favorite harbor
We were chasing
a wounded buck
slowly through
the brush debris
My father swearing
At our tardiness
And at my inability
To kill with one shot
Where do you think
I work in the winter
He said, grumpily
Wiping his head
And your brother
And your uncle
And your grandfather
and you, someday
Later, I used crayons
to draw grown back
Spruce and Hemlock
blood green on pulp-paper
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