Usually a person, after retiring and changing his place of residence, gets a little lost in the unexpectedly acquired freedom in time and previous worries and hobbies and begins to create things that he had not seriously thought about before. This is what happened to the author of these poems. As a result of moving from the city of Elizovo in the Kamchatka region to the warmer city of Taganrog, I was left without a job, a dacha, a car, and left hunting and fishing in the past. Out of boredom and overwhelming nostalgia, I began to write poetry, over time this hobby turned into a hobby and now it is my favorite pastime, and you, the reader, judge the quality!