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a true story (or The Rocking Chair)

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IsabelleSkye
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0 posted 08-27-99 09:30 PM       View Profile for IsabelleSkye   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for IsabelleSkye

amidst the noises of the dock
and the pungent smell of the sea
a clamor of voices
all raised in excitement
Scottish accents
English, and Irish too
each traveller anticipating the long voyage
the impending journey foremost in their minds
mothers holding babies and rounding up toddlers
the older kids shy and awed by everything
while fathers watch over possessions and tickets
each family working together to get underway
hurrying to leave their past behind
in a wake of foam and spray

aboard ship, children counted, possessions stowed
each person feeling relief and some fear
as the trip to the new world looms ahead
so fearsome and unknown

the hold, ship's cargo
full of memories, made and yet to come
furniture
clothing
heirloom items
each one special in it's own way
carefully chosen for this journey
with loving hand

the ship groans in the wind
as a rocking chair gently sways
to and fro
moving with the sea
hand carved in Scotland in 1700
the seat embossed in a fierce dragon
wood so dark and rich
history seeping from the pores of the chair
whispering of babies rocked to sleep
and a profession of love or two
maybe a nap in the sun, or a tearful goodbye
the fiber so silken from the oils of many hands
velvet smooth, cool and soft

o'er rough sea and many a mile
travelled from port to port
then, America
pioneer hearts, looking far upon the horizon
packing for another voyage
wrapped in a heavy quilt
and carefully lashed upon a west-bound wagon
the chair once again travels to unknown places
after much hardship and sacrificed goods
the old rocker still safely in place
it's ownership so important
no matter what the cost
it's family history so rich and real
if the chair could spill the stories
what delightful eves would be spent
in rapturous tales

now resting in a humble log cabin
amid homespun wool
and cheery voices
the chair rocks silent and stately
a remnant of a bygone era
an elegant time
a richer, more settled time

it still rocks babes to sleep
and holds many a weary soul
history's guardian
amidst the making of more
beautiful chair
cherished year after year
such a treasure, it's worth unmeasured
to this day now in retirement
on the family farm
a reminder of our rich heritage
and toils and trials
that brought us to this fertile valley
so long ago


(This is an embellished tale, albeit true! This chair is my parents' chair, brought from Scotland on a ship long ago, by my pioneer ancestors.They travelled across the US in 1847 to homestead in the Willamette Valley in Oregon. My parents still own the original farm! What heritage! By the way there were two chairs, but my Dad and his two naughty brothers ruined one and my Grandmother BURNED IT!)

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God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant and the cat. He has no real style, He just goes on trying other things.
- Pablo Picasso


[This message has been edited by IsabelleSkye (edited 08-27-99).]
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Nan
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1 posted 08-28-99 08:37 AM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

Wow, Izzy - I remember this one so well - I guess I can't forget any of your work - This one is so awesome - especially considering that since I first read it, I've been fortunate enough to see the remains of the wagon train ruts on the Oregon Trail (just outside Fort Laramie) - It is truly awe-inspiring....Nice job, my friend...
Colin
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2 posted 08-28-99 09:07 AM       View Profile for Colin   Email Colin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Colin

Yet another brilliant piece from the pen of Ms. Skye *8)

I often wonder what things would say if only they could speak. That chair would certainly have a few stories to tell!

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I believe in fairy tales but then I'm just a silly romantic, what do I know?
WhtDove
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3 posted 08-28-99 04:09 PM       View Profile for WhtDove   Email WhtDove   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit WhtDove's Home Page   View IP for WhtDove

This was well written! Lots of detail, I felt like I was on the journey!
Elizabeth
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4 posted 08-28-99 04:15 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth   Email Elizabeth   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Elizabeth's Home Page   View IP for Elizabeth

So did I! I wish I could hear some of the stories this chair could tell-it truly would keep me enraptured for hours. Wonderfully descriptive, Isabelle!

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*Elizabeth*

"Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low,
But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..."
 
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