![]() still life that is still life in the eyes of a childA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertostill life that is still life in the eyes of a
child thumbnail sketch barn swallows circling bales of hay a bed for ragged kittens the paint peeling red to rust to gray to memories of Vermont sixty years the stanchions now tattered wood an excited boy watching as the cows took their place at the table served their milk in pasteurized dream just the other side of the fence blackberries lingered waiting for the pail soon to become jam restless hammock a storm's coming afternoon nap just off the horizon that old Plymouth knew the way every year, every summer every illogical moment that made perfect sense to a seven-year old who barely noticed that barn losing color. erin-cilberto 3/7/23 © 2023 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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22 Reviews Added on March 10, 2023 Last Updated on March 10, 2023 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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