What I owe


Remember that stand of pines,
beyond the rocky hills by your house?
Meet me there. Or if not there, then
on that trail, down the river a-ways,
where the tall grass grows
and the bullfrogs roar in that
funny little way of theirs.
It’s where in the fall the geese come in
light and low at the end of their flight,
tired, not home, but closer.
You must remember it—
down at the end of the road,
past the gate, where the dirt path
rolls on into the old graveyard.
If, by then you haven’t got it,
you can have the rest of it there.


Thank you for reading What I owe, and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.

The photograph is entitled Long gone and was taken in a graveyard near Pomfret, CT. For more photography, please visit the Book of Bokeh.


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3 responses to “What I owe

  1. This made me remember places where I used to play as a child, and the people who would remember them too. A lovely poem, John!


    • Thank you Elizabeth. It *is* funny: I have been all around the world and been to so many wonderful, interesting, beautiful or arresting places…and yet there are some terribly inconsequential places from my youth that seem, for some odd reason I can not explain now, to stand out life-like in my memory still.