Monday, July 3, 2017

EARNED HERMITAGE ~







Letter To The Next Landowner






You won’t keep it up like we did

Not to worry — we did it for a half century




The stone hut, the sturdiest looking, will go first

I built it for our son — earth to earth




The house we re-built from ground to ridge

All the time it made the most perfect sense




A minister and his wife owned the house before we did

He not only sold us the house, he married us




The land was cut & mowed & planted & moved & loved

Every day of our lives, but don’t believe it




The land will tell you —

We are buried here




Our bones are the stones to be found

Wait for the wind






She & Me







She even stands with

me when I pump

the gas










Whippoorwill






About two minutes of a steady rowing mating call

Out of a blossoming apple tree —


Then the deadliest silence imaginable






Earned Hermitage






Shunned by

nearly everyone

on the road



————————————— 

Bob Arnold
BEAUTIFUL   DAYS
Longhouse











3 comments:

donnafleischer said...

"Letter To The Next Landowner" doesn't need to be powerful or great or anything but what it is and I just had to share it at word pond.

love,
Donna

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

Many thanks, Donna!

We hiked up to an abandoned farm today we remember as a home and farm buildings — now
all gone. Not a shred of homestead anywhere, not even a broken pane of glass.

No poem.

all's well, Bob

donnafleischer said...

still our best hope, methinks, not to abandon these interrelationships, not yet hopeless . . . -Donna