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A barred owl starts to have his say
from a lone ridge not far away
just as the shadows start to merge
and east sky fades from blue to gray
informing me it's time to go.

Go home now, my tired bones urge
before the dimmer stars emerge.
Time to leave these woods behind
ere daylight is completely purged
taking the quarter moon in tow.

I've found what I came here to find
a quieter more peaceful mind
in lands that pay me little heed
nor make allowance for mankind
yet tolerate me even so.

So having now fulfilled my need
to rid myself of stress and greed
which sylvan doctors do for free
I turn my feet and now proceed
toward truck beneath the moon's faint glow.

Roosted birds in a low tree
flush from their sleep because of me
then briefly flit through darkening sky
which leads me to walk more slowly
with steps as mincing as a doe.

I reach my old truck bye and bye
which cranks right up on the first try
to begin my journey in the dark.
Homeward now the tires fly
on changing pavements down below.

The world outside the cab is stark.
Homeward now! it seems to hark
revealed by high beams' piercing light
that shows a road as rough as bark
which in the darkness seems to flow.

I pass the fields bathed by moonlight.
I sweep past woodlands lost in night.
I crawl through towns where streetlights shine.
I drive as if pursued by fright.
I traverse the path all pilgrims know.

At last my tires lower their whine
and I see a too familiar pine,
woodlands I cherish far behind.
I've come back to this home of mine
where love awaits a weary mind.

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Hope you didn't mind I let you homeward go
I stayed there to watch the nights hours flow.
It was cool and the sounds just gathered around
I lay there watching the stars from hallowed ground.

Thank you for Taking us with you to those lovely places, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I was on verge of deleting this poem due to lack of interest. I appreciate your taking the time to read and comment on it................stan

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you see.................


epicurial....well let me look that up lol.............This is the first time one of my scribbles has been called having been written in too good of taste . Perhaps you really meant to say it's a bit too long. But don't you know a peom can't be too short or too long , it is as long as it need be? lmao................stan

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then I never had an inkling that someday
I shall be guillotined
by a poet called Stan ...
whose dimensions
none will understand
thanks for sparing me
my friend Stan...

i can't concentrate
at times beyond 15 lines
though I am a culprit too
so God bless you too...


Yes than Stan is a real hard ass lol. I seldom write stuff this long as I too have trouble reading most long poetry. .................stan

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