KC (September 26,1988 / Orillia, Ontario, Canada)

Home From The Hill

never will I climb that meadow path
where I did wander in my youth
the hunter is home from the hill

never will I glide across the lake
the blackened mirror of the sky
the fisherman grew old

always I will sleep beneath the stars
at rest at last beside the oak
within my woodland home

no more I roam the valleys that I loved
my boots and gloves are finally stored
the hunter is home from the hill


With a nod to Robert Lewis Stevenson.

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Something nothingness dominates. Your poem is powerful and eloquent conveying the theme so well.
The theme and poet felt it very interesting.
Amazing poem! Very beautiful.
I think this poem is very well written. Maby a little cliche but still very good. The ending describes a relisation and concludes the poets thoughts on silence nicely. WP G_G
Actually, i think this is my favorite poem ever. Wow....
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