Down the highway
we flew, toward home
looking in the woods,
near the marshes, the rushes
looking in the fields, the
hills,
the water, the shoulders
We were searching
for moose, with no luck,
maybe they wear camouflage
nowhere in sight
still searching yet, here in
the north,
for those elusive, there;
stealthy moose.
Edited September 14, 2013
“Searching for Moose – v3”
Edited May 5, 2013
“Searching for Moose – v2”
August 17, 2007
“Searching for Moose”
Our mission trip,
from Wesley United Methodist Church ,
to the Down East Maine
Mission ,
East Machias, ME
All of my
poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved. Contact me
at Ray Foss
for usage. See all 25,520+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry
Where You Live.
No comments:
Post a Comment