Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Hemingway's Ghost
On a crisp, clear Autumn night
under the bright sailor's moon,
the idea of adventure boils
all other thoughts from my mind.
The ghost of Hemingway quietly bids
me to follow in his footsteps.
So, I take a step back in time,
walk through the ethereal mists,
and begin my journey into the unknown.
Donavon Scott Vinson
***A poem about the mental journeys I've taken
reading the novels of Earnest Hemingway***