Ohrmann Museum & Gallery


 

The Forgotten


I came to this place,
a young man green and lonely

Well quit of the world,
I framed a house of moss and timber,
called it a home,
and sat in the warm evenings
singing to myself as a man sings
when he knows there is no one to hear.

I made my bed under the shadow
of leaves, and awoke
in the first snow of autumn,
filled with silence.
                      John Haines