Thursday, April 19, 2007

A Memory

Hunting in November
By Robert Hilton

In the morning
the rusty barbed wire fence,
the misty fields
stand quiet.
A young pheasant bursting out of the tall grass
breaks the stillness
Colors flying
Towards wild skies.
The sun rises beyond the hill yonder
where the dew on blackberries glisten sweet.
A truck drives down old Johnson Road
leaving a faint dusty cloud behind
Carrying a hey bale in the back
A dog chases after the truck,
trailing behind barking
Slowly disappearing into the distance
it becomes quiet again.


  1. I really like the image here.It has a vintage feel to it.
    But the words paint a picture too, I can see the scene he describes so clearly.
    The picture you chose goes well with the poetry.

  2. Angela is the picture a painting or a's lovely.

    The poem; I can just see that truck, the hay, the birds taking flight...

    Poems and pictures, how they enhance our lives.

    XOXOXO Wanda Mom

  3. The picture is something I put a bid of $20.00 on at an Antique Auction. I was the final bid! It was at the end of the day. I love this picture and it actually has a name on it...Lynn Bogue Hunt. I have never heard of him. I do not know if it is worth anything more than what I paid for it.

    The poem... is what my son, Robert wrote. :)

  4. Angela:
    How much more special now I that I realize "Rob" wrote the poem...I'm sure he has many talents I didn't know about.