A Man and his Pipe
On the porch a man and his pipe
Striking his match and lighting his Briar not once, not, twice, but thrice
A charing light, a false light, a true light then poof....
He disappears in rhythmic puffs of fire, smoke and ash
Nature at his feet and the bustling world in the back of his mind
The modern people will spit and curse at him but the men of old will understand
A wise man once said
A pipe is the fountain of contemplation, the source of pleasure,
The companion of the wise;
And the man who smokes, thinks like a philosopher, and acts like a Samaritan
The ignorant will laugh, but the men of leaf and briar will understand
For this is what entails a man and his pipe
I was smoking my Briar pipe one afternoon and thinking as I usually do, when smoking. And this poem came to me, people in the modern world are so afaid of death and sickness and so concerned with the activities of others that they neglect themselves. While pipe smokers like myself and those of our community enjoy the smiple pleasures of life, staying relaxed and content which leads to a better and longer life but only other pipe smokers seem to understand this. Hopfully this poem will give you some insight and a look into the mind of a tobacco pipe smoker for when we light our pipes we put the modern world away and delve into our own community of people our own world so to speak, talking, relaxing, enjoying each others company and talking about the good ole days.