Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. 23-years of writing for a newspaper has served him well.
I'm just-a sittin' in this here cave
Not fergettin' the hot labor'd days.
I am my own soul, and here all alone
Wonderin' about greens 'n ham bone.
No use me goin' back--so much dark.
Sitting, sighing, cryin' death be my mark.
Walked-a many mile from over the hills
Working my hands with my own little skills.
Ne'er had no woman to hold, ya' see
Just a bottle now and again and me.
Life for a poor man's gotta be lean, ya' see
Clinging to ration of bread I faintly see.
Just little bitty.
I climbs up my lone last hill, my friend
Farewell, life, labor, start and end.
© 2018 Kenneth Avery