Friday, November 28, 2008

Where does a hermit live?


Surrounded by pines
High in Horse Canyon
Is a hermit’s log cabin.
The chinking is falling
From cracks between the logs.
There are holes in the roof.
It has one room
With a stove, bed, sink,
Couch, table, and chairs.
It may seem like nothing,
To him it means his life.
He doesn’t mind
The poorness of it,
Wind through the pine tops
And howl of the wolf.
The creek and mountains
Give him what he needs.
Sitting on the bank of smooth Sno-Shoe Creek
He catches trout and suckers.
He hunts in the mountains
For bear, elk, and deer.
It’s the solitary life he leads
And beauty of the wilderness that he loves.

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