I put my foot in cold water
and hold it there: early mornings
they had to wade through broken ice
to find the traps in the deep channel
with their hands, drag up the chains and
the drowned beaver. The slow current
of the life below tugs at me all day.
When I dream at night, they save a place for me,
no matter how small, somewhere by the fire.
Remembering Mountain Men
William Stafford
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Poem topics: dream, fire, life, night, water, deep, current, place, small, cold, ice, broken, early, hold, slow, save, matter, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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