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
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Bob Arnold
Bob Arnold
BEAUTIFUL DAYS
Longhouse
