I recently met Robert W. Kimsey, a poet who takes much of his inspiration from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Georgia where he lives in a log cabin and enjoys birding and fly-fishing.
Robert W. Kimsey |
Coyote
Shifty eyed rascal
Looking over your shoulder
Your reputation follows
Keeps getting closer
I hear you crying at night
Lamenting your shameful life
I hear you crying at night
Lamenting your shameful life
Storm
Aspen leaves turn up
Elk move to sheltered valley
Wind screams through high pine branches
The storm closes in
A wolf pounding at the door
I dream of you beside me
Aspen leaves turn up
Elk move to sheltered valley
Wind screams through high pine branches
The storm closes in
A wolf pounding at the door
I dream of you beside me
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