Dec
3
The Woods Behind Our House
Filed Under Poegles
We continue with this week’s Brothers and Sisters theme with another fine submission from the Keystone State, this time from one Bob. Thanks, Bob.
This poegle reminded at least one of your editors of the incomparable work of a favorite poet and poegler, Henry Hart. Check out Henry’s excellent recent collection, Background Radiation.
The Woods Behind Our House
My sister and I liked to explore.
We regularly saw buzzards,
A pregnant coyote,
Squirrels gathering acorns.
There were three big black cats
In our broken down tree house.
Outside, old toys and dolls
Buried underneath the leaves.
On cold nights after mother was gone,
We crawled under barbed wire fences
And through the brambles. I remember
Drops of blood on my sister’s nightgown.
When I was little, I had a vision
Of a tribe of insulted raccoons,
Witches and mischievous spirits,
Trees with magical powers.
My arms became limbs, my fingers leaves.
– Bob in Pennsylvania
(search phrase: “the woods behind our house”)
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