A Hobo in the Forest
by Kimmy Van Kooten
Monday, October 23, 2006
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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I went on a walk to a place beyond the road
To the thick of the thickest of a far off abode...
I went on a walk
to a place beyond the road
to thick of the thickest
of a far off abode
I came across a hobo in the forest
He was scratching an itch and drinking a beer
He never saw me...
Still, I stared, then sneered...
I watched him from behind a tree
and carefully studied his quiet plea
A somewhat confined man of something few
but poor and destitute are nothing new?
He didnít care about his hair,
he didnít wash himself
He didnít seemed fussed by anything much
He just sat by his fire under his hutch
Now I think he has friends in this outback
because I saw a mat at the foot of his shack
that said "Welcome",
then I thought about that...
And I saw on the doorknob
in what I heard as a shout!
It made no sense, comparing
for this sign said very clearly,
He had pots and pans
and little beer cans
lining each side
of his path going up
He sat by a cave
at the bottom of his hill
and sat by a fire still scratching that itch
Then, I wondered if this hobo was ever rich?
I looked all around
and at first... didnít see
All the animals that were surrounding him
were now all around surrounding me!
I saw a turtle, a hare,
an owl and bird.
I saw a coon
and a beaver, a coyote and bear
I saw a buck and a snake
a frog in a lake
I saw ducks and fish
and spiders in his dish
He was cooking something
while still drinking that beer
with a very long beard
His clothes were rough,
but cute in a way
Dressed in a checkerboard shirt today
Finally, I got the gumption
to hike up his path
lined with beer cans and punks
And when I got to the top and over the cave
I saw three little cans where an American flag waved
His coon hat hung there proud out on a tree
And I saw a kite tail spreading its wings
Pine tree lined leas on another land
I asked myself, Did he ever really give a damn?
I wondered if he lived here by choice or dismay
I wondered if he even had a lover today?
I wondered if he was a dad somewhere?
but then I thought about his place over here
Content on this forest floor
While his fire is blazing, his inner core
Maybe, I thought that he couldnít hear
because Iím thinking maybe heís not really here!
The poor, the afflicted, do they even exist?
...or are they just visions for us not to miss?
Next time I come across
A hobo in the forest
Iím gonna ask him
who is the poorest?
Me or him?
Copyright October 2006
Kimmy Van Kooten
original pen and ink drawing
"A Hobo in the Forest"
by Kimmy van Kooten
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|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|This has to go into a childrens book!
I would buy that book Kimmy~
YOur heart spoke so sweet and how creative are you!
I loved your imagery!
You even created that Wild Forest pict. Wow!
Thank you for sharing your heart!
Imagination LIVES ON!
WArm HuGs, Warrior Sheeeoxxo
|Reviewed by Chris Fitzgerald
|THIS IS CREATIVE Kimmy I can see this hobo's place. Chrissy|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Great imagery and moral, Kimmy. Thank you. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by CJ Heck
|Outstanding, Kimmy! This shows so much creativity from your vivid imagination -- I love your last line, too. It's perfect for the poem. Well done, my friend!
|Reviewed by SaPAth AnANd
|Vivid imagery and a flowing tale told with great style.I liked this.