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Boston Mountains Part 3
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Boston Mountains Part 3 |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
“Where to?” I asked as she settled into the passenger’s seat and threw a foot up on the dash in a posture of relaxed relent. “You scare me.” She said, “your eyes.” I laughed and asked if she wanted To head back towards Oklahoma, And be rid of me. “No.” she whispered, “Head north and pick up 71.” “there is one more place I want you to see.” I pulled a map out of the glove box And the letter fell to the floor. She picked it up and read the outside, Looked out the side window a moment And then stuffed the letter back. Before she closed the door, She reached in her shirt pocket And pulled out the bullet, Tossing it as well inside. “My mom taught me to take pictures.” She began, “and her eye for the unusual view, the things others don’t see.” “made me want to try.” I listened as the story unfolded And learned about family ties unknotted About men… with heavy hands. We picked up 71 about 4 that afternoon And just past Rogers she told me to turn right. The two-lane wound in sharp s turns That left stone walled bluff on one side And treetop drops on the other, leaving one With the feeling of not quite. Not quite anchored Not quite free “Turn left, next dirt road.” She said. I missed it. Two tire trails that hit the highway on a curve. I turned around and headed back, Found it, and felt the stomach floating sensation Of driving off a cliff as the front end of the truck Blocked the steep road below. “Next fork, turn left.” She directed. Among the pines and oak we wound For what seemed miles but always in a curve Of switch backed S’s sometimes so tight You could saw the road just traveled as a twin To the one you were now on. “Slow down here.” She said with a sigh, “and look for the old wooden gate on the right.” “I’ll open it.” I did as she said, wondering where indeed we were As well as what it was she was going to show me this time. She found the gate, opened it and we turned into An even rougher track that wound down washboard grades Until we came to a clearing and a small stone house. “We’re here.” She said “Park at the side of the house” “Where, exactly are we?” I asked. “My place.” She answered “You unload things, I’ll go see what I can fix to eat.” I untied the tarp and Lugged her gear onto the porch Tossed the tarp back and secured it. Then stood and watched as the sun Met the top of high ridge surround And was refracted by the water in my eyes Into arms of rainbow color “Come on in.” she yelled, “and have a cold one.” “I’ve got bacon and scrambled on the stove.” Somewhere off in the hills surrounding I heard an owl… in early rise, call an echo To his mate |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
As always you leave me wanting more...is it inherent? *tapping finger until the next read* Susan |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
You keep us hooked each and every piece |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Hmmmmmmmmm! (big hugggssssss) Oh my gosh, I can feel something magical coming up within the next few segments, this is exciting, I just love where this is going, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ron, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
“No.” she whispered, “Head north and pick up 71.” “there is one more place I want you to see.” ~*~ For a moment, I thought I had lapsed into the deep of winter, and was with Scrooge... but no... I'm with a storyteller... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Susan: Inherent? ( chuckling) by design I admit..to leave the story with an unanswered question in the readers mind. I hope it allows the reader that might follow such puny offerings as mine..the opportunity to build on their won..fill in the blanks...and become curious about something... and the something doesn't have to be the characters or the unanswered question..perhaps it is something that sparked off a line or an image and is personal to them.... appreciate your reading..and taking time to say something.. thank you. Brad: I try bud..I try..( chuckling) Thanks for the reply... much apprecaited sir. Noah.. we'll see where it all goes...or if they just sit now in the cabin a while and everyone else catches up with them... always appreciate you comments sir.. always. Sunshine: Scrooge on 71 heading north huh.. well Eureka lies to the east a ways...along with the White river. Even Scrooge might like it there...except for those darned hills... almost seem to grow up like the trees... no inlcine... just a verticle rise. [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (02-19-2003 02:06 PM).] |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Me waiting.........  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Now ethel.. you know I don't handle pressure well and am delicate in nature... tapping your foot..well now you got me all up in vapors not knowing what to do next  |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Ron...you are a master storyteller...WOW!! believe in what your heart feels... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Scorp... you are far too kind.. FAR too kind in such praise... thank you for even thinking so... |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Re: Scorpio....no, you are just quite humble....how refreshing  Great continuing story. I like these lines a lot!: "........as the sun Met the top of high ridge surround And was refracted by the water in my eyes Into arms of rainbow color" (hope I didn't misquote it).. that happens!!! You simply don't miss the tiniest details. And that is what makes these so enjoyable to read. Whew! I feel like I've been on a trip...didn't even have to leave home.... Great love story developing, or not, that is the question.... Thanks for sharing these with us. Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I listened as the story unfolded And learned about family ties unknotted About men… with heavy hands. We picked up 71 about 4 that afternoon And just past Rogers she told me to turn right. The two-lane wound in sharp s turns That left stone walled bluff on one side And treetop drops on the other, leaving one With the feeling of not quite. Not quite anchored Not quite free “Turn left, next dirt road.” She said. I missed it. Two tire trails that hit the highway on a curve. I turned around and headed back, Found it, and felt the stomach floating sensation Of driving off a cliff as the front end of the truck Blocked the steep road below. “Next fork, turn left.” She directed. Among the pines and oak we wound For what seemed miles but always in a curve Of switch backed S’s sometimes so tight You could saw the road just traveled as a twin To the one you were now on. =========================================== what you did with the imagery in this is just so very very cool...I need motion sickness pills from the ride you just took me on.... AND NO...dont say your poetry made me sick ... YOU KNOW what I mean!! lmao  I smell the pines ... scratch and sniff poetry...wow...you are good  " ... And think not, that you can direct the course of love ... |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
Ahh, now, you took me back 45 years to the times I roamed those Boston Mountains in a 1950 Mercury coupe. All those roads from Devil's Den, Siloam and back down the goat trail. Thank you, you brought back many smiles this day...gentle smile |
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