Today we present “Old Hues” a poem by Tulip Farthing, who is an English teacher doing voice-acting, Japanese translations, and writing as a hobby, and you can find more of his stories and samples on Youtube.

Read for you by Rob MacWolf — werewolf hitchhiker.

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You’re

listening

to

The

Voice

of

Dog.

This

is

Rob

MacWolf

your

fellow

traveler,

and

Today

we

present “Old

Hues”

a

poem

by

Tulip

Farthing,

who is

an

English

teacher

doing

voice-acting,

Japanese

translations,

and

writing

as

a

hobby, and

you

can

find

more

of

his

stories

and

samples

on

Youtube.

Please

enjoy


“Old

Hues”, a

poem

by

Tulip

Farthing

sitting

with

my

thoughts
sound

of

soft

breathing
from

the

crib

beside

me
at

twenty-five

or

six

to

four
listening

for

a

second

time
full

album

of

pike

sixty-five
scrolling

through

last

years
photographic

memories

rekindled
somewhere

along

the

way

became
cat

stevens -

but

my

sona

equine
and

prodigal

my

soul
could

you

have

known

that?
despite

all

that

time

at

mass
i

would

have

never

known

what
baba

o'riley

meant

to

who
your

teen

spirit

was;

to

me
smell

the

dirt

from

work

or
the

chew

you

quit

when

i

was

nine
to

prolong

your

living

years
were

you

as

scared

as

this?
what

caged

tigers

haunted

your

thoughts?
if

i

have

words

they are

only
from

this

tattered

book

of

psalms
you

had

sung

to

me,

still

here -
im

still

here.



This

was “Old

Hues”

by

Tulip

Farthing,

read

for you

by

Rob MacWolf,

Werewolf

Hitchhiker.

Thank

you

for

listening

to

The

Voice

of

Dog.