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bags123
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since 2002-06-06

Posts 128

0 posted 2002-06-12 07:35 AM

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As a child
I played on forested domes
and rocky crags
oblivious to
panoramic vista
stretching under my
sneakered feet

My senses
of course, were niave
native to this land
for generations
never suspecting
the whole world
wasn't a paradise

40 years ago
at this very spot
I spoke with my father
he's gone now
these many years
still our voices linger
at Artists Rock.

"Daddy...
why do they call this place
Artists Rock"?
"Well son...
I reckon it's cause
them artist fellas come up here
to get inspired".

"Daddy...
Why come way up here?
Can't they get that
where they live"?
"No son...
I guess it's hard to come by
in the city".

"Daddy...
they hike way up here
just to get perspired?
Shoot Daddy,
you could sell'em
some of yours
for a quarter".

"HA!!!...yes indeed, I could son,
worth every penny too.
Prob'ly do'em good
to smell some honest sweat!
No boy,... I'm talk'en
INSPIRE,
not perspire".

"You see son...
when a person removes hiself from nature
it kinda leaves him behind too.
Artists come way up here
hope'n to
remember how it
feels again".

"Don't make no sense to me
why anybody'd leave
I can't pretend to ponder
the where-with-all of it.
They just forgot
how to see through
the eyes of God".

"Daddy...
Can I see through the eyes of God"?
"Not yet son...
But I hope someday
when you're a man
they'll be wide open
for you".

So now I'm sitting here
40 years later
Remembering Dad
Simple man that he was
waiting for the
eyes of God
to open for me.

Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

1 posted 2002-06-12 07:40 AM

Bags123,
A very nice write and I really enjoyed the read.

Madame Chipmunk
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-05

Posts 8296
Michigan

2 posted 2002-06-12 12:34 PM

This is so very special, Bags...
I bet your Dad was too!

~ artistic hugs

Lyra

copyright2002 Lyra Nesius

"poetry is life distilled" Gwendolyn Brooks

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

3 posted 2002-06-12 01:11 PM

Your Dad sounds a lot like my dad---enjoyed this alot...smiling at "can I look through the eyes of God"---that one line has so many implications. Beautiful.

Tiersdin
Member Elite

since 2000-11-17

Posts 2364
east coast

4 posted 2002-06-12 03:37 PM

Bags, you do have a way with words!

This was a wonderful peek into your past and hopeful future.

*smiles*
~R.T.

"I shall never bond again, as I have bonded with you..."

Sunshine

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

5 posted 2002-06-12 03:49 PM

I like the way your mind works,
and while my eyes wait to open
to God, I shall be pleased if
you would share some more...

bags123
Member

since 2002-06-06

Posts 128

6 posted 2002-06-13 03:37 PM

Thank you all for your reads and heartfelt comments

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