Saturday, December 8, 2012

A Poem by Christopher Kenneth Hanson

Fields Of ChickenSaw

Indeed, they have been waiting

They- whom long and linger

for new stories of ChickenSaw

As once, a fierce battleground

Now, overgrown by tumbleweed

and tall prickly grass.

And the deer which have pecked and pawed

are here, no longer witnessed.

However, bodies do seem to preach from

under the ground-

As they relate pulp tales to humble tramps

in attempts-

that no one return with merriment ever

to the fields of ChickenSaw.
Christopher Kenneth Hanson (ckhanson81)

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