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The Far Orchard
by Leonard M HawkesBack before the coming of the houses,
Back when open land was acreage,
When the river meant more
Than a flow of water, a margin of wood;
When growth was a crop,
When cultivation was prosperity,
And when our hungry souls fed on
The simplicity of wilderness and love;
Back then, I knew you.
We stood together here ‘neath an open sky;
Stars pierced the darkness;
And beyond our sighs, their song alone
Broke a pastoral stillness--
As we celebrated astral fire
On a random summer night.
02/14/2018 Author's Note: On passing a subdivision near the mouth of the canyon in Ogden, Utah.
Posted on 02/15/2018
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 02/17/18 at 12:29 PM Ode to my memory of an American childhood. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/27/18 at 06:45 AM Wonderful poem, Leonard! I love your communion with the natural and the way it inspires you and seems to link you to the supernatural or spiritual. Thanks for this beautiful piece. |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 02/28/18 at 11:39 AM Yes before all the advancements of mankind when ... Your work speaks a truth that anyone who visits their growing fields after years of change can understand completely. The package of this work is honest and carries the punch of inspiration. Well done --bf |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 07/29/18 at 04:51 PM I love the opening stanza particularly. It's so evocative of time and place but tightly written and sounds effortless in its simplicity. It would make a brilliant opening for your novel (assuming you are writing one of course) |
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