"ghillie" poems
The woods are calling
Calling my name
Come to us
Be with us
Be one with us
So I packed up my tent and my Ghillie Stove
Put my hiking boots on
And made my way
Into the deep dark woods
The magnificent majestic ancient woods
Full of beech, oak and hornbeam
I felt at peace once again
Amongst my friends
The tree spirits
And wood nymphs.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
O' what a joyous day
to be of the living
and take the bounty of existence!
For who can deny such serenity?
The blossoms are in bloom.
Animals frolic in the wilderness.
The air is sweet and rich;
proof that life is wonderful.
There is no rush!
So savor this occasion.
There is nothing to be ruined
on a day such as this.
That is, unless
A 20ft ghillie monster
eats your face off
Who wouldn't be hungry at this hour?
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 6:09 AM UTC
From my bed:
a sneeze-speckled mirror
reveals my eyes
and a window
that plays host
to a still-frame sky
and a power line.
I use this to plan my day.
For instance(s):
if it looks cold,
I wear a coat.
If it looks rainy,
I wear boots.
If it looks dark,
I wear nothing and
if the birds are out
I wear a hat.
I save my ghillie suit for the apocalypse.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC