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Her Shoes are not so Different from Mine............repost

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Martie
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Her Shoes are not so Different From Mine
  

Across the chaparral
toward the mountain I can picture
a young girlís
bouncing pig tails
a skip from the covered wagon.

She brushes against white sage,
turns to the pungent perfume
that dances in the air unseen
then turns again to the mountainís
molted color of many browns,
with yucca spikes
staking towards heaven.
A candle she thinks into the bright day
then catches her long stocking,
now dirt stained with new holes,
old with tatters
already darned by her own hand,
at her ankle the sharp tongue
of a prickly bush
like the porcupines from home.

In the night
in grandmotherís quilt wrapped,
rain had tapped the creosote bush and turned
the air into a strange and wondrous smell
that woke her and took her
to breathe, deep and perfect breaths
into the soft black night.

In the morning she tossed her head
at the chill and emerged with a change.
She had fallen in love
with the smell of this land
with distance in sky that is larger,
more open then she has ever seen,
where no trees tread on the magic glimpse
of the horizon and the sun traces its path
from one side of the earth to the other
without biding time in twilightís hilly sky.

Across Rancho Santa Ana
a garden of California Natives,
I think I am one of these too,
a California native,
a child of this earth full of acorns,
a sweet and keen land
that still lives in spite of asphalt
and the rise of steel.

I can feel that little girl
I never knew
but imagined in her long skirt
and her shoes are not so different from mine.

© Copyright 2001 Martie Odell-Ingebretsen - All Rights Reserved
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I hear this....oh, I hear this....I walked the sage there...here....Martie....thank you....good memories....melding salt and sand and lots of hugs....thank you...
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2 posted 01-26-2001 10:30 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Martie, my Sis~
I thought from the title I would like it ...
but I don't ........
..................
................
I LOVE IT !

'In the night
in grandmotherís quilt wrapped,
rain had tapped the creosote bush and turned
the air into a strange and wondrous smell
that woke her and took her
to breathe, deep and perfect breaths
into the soft black night.'


I'm there - the smells are alive ~

Across Rancho Santa Ana
a garden of California Natives,
I think I am one of these too,
a California native,
a child of this earth full of acorns,
a sweet and keen land
that still lives in spite of asphalt
and the rise of steel.


If you're going to California ~
be sure to wear some acorns in your hair ~

I can feel that little girl
I never knew
but imagined in her long skirt
and her shoes are not so different from mine.


You just walked across my heart with this beauty ~

Loving it ~ loving you ~ mesmerized by your thoughts ~
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~


~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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3 posted 01-26-2001 10:36 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Um, I would'a said it like Marge, but I just 'thused by meself....

but I would have said it like Marge did...
Martie
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4 posted 01-27-2001 11:06 AM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Karilea--I'm glad this made good memories.

Marge--I just love walking across you heart.  Thanks for the love and right back at ya.
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5 posted 01-27-2001 07:37 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

This is definitely one of my favorites of yours, Martie! Thanks for reposting it!  

Denise
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Denise--It is one of my favorites too...thank you for reading it again.
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7 posted 01-28-2001 12:54 AM       View Profile for kcsgrandma   Email kcsgrandma   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit kcsgrandma's Home Page   View IP for kcsgrandma

I really enjoyed this.  I've discovered the joy of seeing bits of myself in those who have gone before me.  You have written that well.

To love another person is to see the face of God.
- Les Miserables

Marilyn
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OHHHHHHHHHHhh to be your shoes just one day.......not in them mind you......just being them!!!!  No I don't have a foot fetish.......so let's not go there BUT...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh to be your shoes.  

My friend, you have just done wonders for this cowboy in more ways than I care to count.  Once in awhile something comes our way that makes life more worth it than it was a few minutes ago......well this one is most definitely one of those moments.  I can't begin to tell you how beautiful this is and of course all of yours go in my library but this one will have to have a shelf all to itself......right next to the shoe sizer.  

If you find yourself stranded in a storm
...then reach for my hand and we will play in the puddles together
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Martie...this is great sweetie I enjoyed the read...

My goodness every time I open a post by you I am thrilled at the discoveries I find of visions and feelings you pen onto these blue pages...

Smiling rite at ya PoetFriend
Janet Marie
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See MC...I told ya it was Awesome didnt I  
and I dont ever miss on poetry ...
and this one is poetry in motion...
as is the poet.........

"In the night
in grandmotherís quilt wrapped,
rain had tapped the creosote bush and turned
the air into a strange and wondrous smell
that woke her and took her
to breathe, deep and perfect breaths
into the soft black night.

In the morning she tossed her head
at the chill and emerged with a change.
She had fallen in love
with the smell of this land
with distance in sky that is larger,
more open then she has ever seen,
where no trees tread on the magic glimpse
of the horizon and the sun traces its path
from one side of the earth to the other
without biding time in twilightís hilly sky.
=====================

after that..my words pale ...and become unnecesary ...
Wilfred Yeats
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like Mark - I want to be some garment - thus more intimately 'feel' your memories and experiences - most likely - I will not feel them with any more intensity than your words convey - but I like the thought.
Mark Bohannan
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bump because I love it so much.
VAS
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13 posted 01-30-2001 01:30 AM       View Profile for VAS   Email VAS   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for VAS

A wonderful, powerful piece!  Makes me think of the Oregon Trail in the 1800's.There surely is someplace that would LOVE to publish this for you.
Wilfred Yeats
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No one can take me into the mind and heart of another one half so well as you - I'm there with poetic words  so wonderfully crafted - I see the sights, smell the smells - and really believe I FEEL as she does.  HOW DO YOU DO IT?!?!?!
Martie
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15 posted 01-30-2001 11:28 AM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Ksg...yes, that's just the way I feel too..thank you.

Mark--thank you so much, my friend, for you enthusiasm...next to the shoe sizer...LOL..too cute!  (thanks for the bump)

Coco--what a sweet thing to say, thank you.

Janet--You words never pale...believe me!

Bill--You can be my shawl...that way I can keep your warmth around me.

VAS--I shall look a little harder...thanks for the lovely comment.

Bill--I'm so glad you could be there too, that was my intention.
Janet Marie
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16 posted 12-02-2004 01:43 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

this one has to come back up....
Im so glad you linked so I could be reminded of this gem of pen.
What an amazing body of work you have compiled.
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