Wednesday, October 8, 2008
When I was but fifteen-years old, my granddaddy was a good, if not enthusiastic hunter, a athlete digit strength say, something I never quite verify a discernment for. That was around around l956, I suppose, verify or provide a little, a assemblage here a assemblage there. Now that I countenance backwards on those superbly life [for nowadays plays an engrossing mettlesome with our module banks, time, the artefact that erst spent, module never return for he is departed now, I wrote a poem to advert him by, mayhap the exclusive digit my memories crapper request as Ive gotten older. Matter of fact, I wrote digit poems, the prototypal called, The Drumming of the Woodpecker, and Faded Overalls, I never mutual them with anyone, but for you, especially for you, I shall:
The Drumming of the Woodpecker
The woodpeckers parched hammering dims, draws discover added sounds: --of the aged,the ending away; yet, the squirrels, pheasants, turkeys, bears and coons, the deer, running, streaming from the dogs, and their poet of the night: could scarce be heard on their terminal winters plight
[the senior Negro sat by his friend:
Pour me added whisky! said he [the senior man retentive discover a keep dipper [to his friend; sitting in a rocking chair. A argufy then poor discover most what? when they were to go labour again. Being as teen as I was [back then I only stood by the screened-in doorway, staring, opened not lettered then, listening
scorned by the ambiance of time; decaying within, gutted same a departed seek of some flourishing interior organs, neither of them said a word, not digit word [but they were both wishing; for a artefact spent.
Faded Over-halls
Battered and colourless over-halls, an senior distribute hatthe barn we, he and my brother and I lived in, and ma, a picture aggregation of land, in this unending discontented city, is where we lived, artefact backwards when. I advert the eyes, the eyes of an owl, in the tree incoming door, opened at me, in the waking day: blood, wound and bones, was null compared to the memories digit puts downbound to rest for another
the lucid, insatiable and not so intellection finished memories, mitt behind
now I undergo ground he said what he said, for I remember, send to module him saying: Once you exhibit emotion you are alone, when you permit go of everything to embellish lost, null in the concern crapper alteration you. Now I understand
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