• Lorraine Johnson

[9] There Was An Old Man

There was an old man

He lived in the mountains

He toiled his land and warmed his own hearth

And when the day turned into dusk,

He laid down his tools and sat on a stump

He sat by his fire, and gazed at the moon


There was an old man

He lived in the mountains

He carried his load up long rocky slides

His son at his side, his daughter in front

And when the night turned into dawn,

He laid down his light and made up his bed

He set fire to his pot, and gazed at the sun


There was an old man

The mountains were many

And his echo still calls—

the dust of himself.