South Carson Street

by Leonard M Hawkes

Always passing--
From and to amid traffic--
But I knew them--
Old cottonwoods.

And tonight on foot--
A stranger, alone--
Only passing but
I know the trees:

And Gardner,
The ranch house,
A hundred years
Of hospitality;

Home on a
Now lost range--
Western welcome
In old cottonwoods.


Author's Note: Carson City, near Motel 6, June 2008

Posted on 12/05/2008
Copyright © 2022 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 12/05/08 at 02:55 PM

There is nothing like western hospitality in those open spaces surrounded by nature and finding that person who says how can I help you. Nice write.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/05/08 at 03:59 PM

I always enjoy your snippets of visiting specific places. This reminds me of the feeling I get when I pass my aunt's old house outside of Bend - the cottonwoods are still towering over that expansive front yard.

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