Dennis Herrell
Dennis Herrell


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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