Dennis Herrell
Dennis Herrell

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Dennis Herrell has been writing poetry for forty years during his adult life as teacher, outside sales person, and, lately, antique dealer. He is like every poet in the world – always in training, and painfully aware of it. Enter his world to read some poems he has had published.

 

 

Down a Wooded Path

 

 

We walked down a wooded path,

not looking,

but finding.

You pressed your face against a cool stone

and murmured to the earth.

We followed the cadence of falling leaves,

of wind bending grasses,

and the slow circles of a hawk.

You exclaimed over the smell of wild onions,

and I believed the wrinkled wave

of brown fungus

on a dead branch.

A mockingbird

told us

we would be sorry if we left.

 

 

Dennis Herrell

( 12/5/01 – Tucumcari)

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