Neighborhood at Night June 23, 2009
Posted by Tel in By the Shine of the Moon.Tags: country, life, night, nightime, Poem, poems, Poetry
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this once fertile hill of fields
turned-sparsely-settled subdivision
is haunted with distant train whistles,
tree frogs and the scent
of clover hanging in
the damp air where
distant cars hiss down wet
distant country roads or
crush gravel causing not-too-far off
livestock to stir
this darkened meadow
shows signs of intrusive life
in a place once known for peace and quiet
Very nice, wondering where the inspiration for this came from.
Walking the dog late at night.
This is what I miss about suburban/rural life. Thank you for so beautifully bringing back the memories.