Poetry for the soul

The Friday poem: “My Father’s Waistcoats”, by Sam Hunt

New verse by  Kaipara poet Sam Hunt.


My father’s waistcoats


My father’s waistcoats

never had pockets.


It was years later

someone explained


a good lawyer in court

didn’t need notes…


I never went with the law

like my father would have liked.


But I got to swing juries –

like he said – swinging the lead.


I never rode into town

like I’d like to have done.


But I carry a gun

in my head.


Salt River Songs (Potton & Burton, $24.99) by Sam Hunt is available at Unity Books.


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