His clothes are last winters too worn coveralls <br />His beard is long <br />unkempt and full of sunshine and wind <br />He'd never call what lies beneath his <br />untrimmed finger nails dirt <br />it's called earth <br /> <br />He is the earth and the sky! <br /> <br />He has no need for electric lights <br />His block house has a wood stove <br />and the wood stove cast an evening glow <br />on his simple meals <br />His brother faithfully brings him that which he needs <br />but hasn't got <br />which ain't much <br />Corky grows his vegetables for his own table <br />and the brother takes the rest to town to sell <br />at some farmers market <br />Corkey use to sell them himself <br />but these days the sight of him would scare most folks off <br /> <br />He is the sunlight and the wind! <br /> <br />I seen him today sitting in a lawn chair <br />wearing winter coveralls <br />stroking the back of his dog <br />sitting beside a bushel of corn <br />looking like Mother Earth made him up <br />with his wild grey hair <br />lumber jack frame and that wonderful <br /> yellow streaked, grey beard <br />I blew my air horn at him and up came that earthy hand <br /> <br />He is the moon and the stars! <br /> <br />they say the war did something to him <br />and now he ain't quite right <br />You'd never know it if you stopped <br />and talked to him and bought a pumpkin <br /> old Corky is living just the way God intended him to <br />One look at him and anyone would see it right off <br /> <br />He is the last star at sunrise! <br /> <br />7/25/06<br /><br />Trucker Jeff<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hermit-3/
