A Funeral
by Fredric Hildebrand
In the twilight a church bell
tolls for the neighbor’s son.
Nearby a weathered shed,
a broken farmer unable
to speak of grief.
Woodsmoke, heat, glowing coals.
Hammer and tongs, and despair.
Plowshares must be repaired before spring,
a father’s anguish in each blow.
The hammer and steel ring.
tolls for the neighbor’s son.
Nearby a weathered shed,
a broken farmer unable
to speak of grief.
Woodsmoke, heat, glowing coals.
Hammer and tongs, and despair.
Plowshares must be repaired before spring,
a father’s anguish in each blow.
The hammer and steel ring.
Fredric Hildebrand is a retired physician who lives and writes in Neenah, WI. His poetry has appeared in ArtAscent, Bramble, Millwork, Red Eft Review, and Verse-Virtual. When not writing or reading he plays acoustic guitar and explores the
Northwoods with his wife and two Labrador retrievers.
Northwoods with his wife and two Labrador retrievers.