Posted by: highmountainmuse | August 21, 2009

The Campfire, a poem by Forrest

a time and place of inspiration:  a boy and his horse at camp in the high country

a time and place of inspiration: a boy and his horse at camp in the high country

The Campfire

By Forrest Getz

 

The steady stream from the dwindling fire,

Weaving its way thru the sparse trees

Out to the pasture,

Slightly above the lowered heads of the grazing horses,

Engulfing the rock I sat upon earlier,

Before quietly fading into the mountain air.

 

Like ourselves, the stark rise,

The subtle incline,

And last the dispersion, the lingering effect,

Influence remains upon our senses,

The warmth carried from the fire, the burn of haze upon weary eyes,

Finale, the scent that only reminds

Of what was, and what continues to be.

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Responses

  1. I can smell the camp fire and feel the night as i nod off to sleep .Wish i was there .
    DON

  2. Gin and Forrest,

    I have had those same thoughts and feelings while camping, but never had the words to describe the experience like Forrest. He has a gift.

    Al

  3. “like ourselves. . . ” i love that shift.
    beautiful poem.


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