The Old Poet

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The old poet
works at his play
plays at his work
writing songs

writing songs
sung out of tune
tone out of sync
with the times

with the times
filled with fears
feared by a fool
with`out birds

“The winter wren is back, quick
Among the treeroots by the stream,
Feeding from stem to stone to stick,
And in his late return the rhyme

Of years again completes itself.
He makes his work a kind of play . . .” ~ Wendell Berry

Artwork by Angela Moulton
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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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