Creosote
On a hot
Day.
I lack the words to say
How the smell
(I know so well)
Carried me away
To where I can not stay,
For he has gone into the forest green
(Which I have seen
Though I can not follow him yet).
I can not forget
Those happy days (now tinged with regret)
For a fence does divide.
Yet he lives inside
My heart
And is forever a part
Of me.
The land I see
Beyond the fence is lush
With tree and bush.
I can not rush
And no not when
I shall see him again.
But see I must
For I am dust
As he
Who loved me.
K Morris - Poet 
this is beautiful!!
Thank you!
Oh, this is SO BEATIFUL. Thankyou for such beauty
Thank you. I am delighted you like my poem.
So nicely written. 🙂
Thank you. I am pleased that you enjoyed reading my poem “My Grandfather”.
Creosote… not a pleasant smell as such but so evocative always.
Thanks, Andrew. I must confess to finding the scent not unpleasant, but perhaps this is in part due to the associations it has with memories of my grandfather. Best, Kevin
Your writing is beautiful. My favorite line is
“The land I see
Beyond the fence is lush
With tree and bush.”
Such powerful imagery, this is great!
I would love to see you over at my blog sometimes. Feel free to browse around and let me know what you think in the post comments.
Many thanks for your extremely kind words. I am delighted that you like my writing. I shall certainly check out your site. Best, Kevin
You’re welcome! Looking forward to hearing your thoughts.
Beautiful and heartfelt.
Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.