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Snapshots & Snapshots II--Word pix
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Snapshots & Snapshots II--Word pix |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Pix of my brother Snapshots We lived there in a two-story house on a quiet Salem street. A big yard with a log-cabin playhouse back, in the corner, by Mill Creek. Ducks swam fish swum, we felt smart, sometimes dumb. Geronimo! off the cabin roof, what a spoof. A white duck pet to save his life kept within, ‘til he got out. Fishing from the bank until that day, you asked Mom how to cast. She said, “Bring it behind you, then, throw it out there.” You did. ©November 16, 2002 Snapshots II A baseball bat thrown in the air A hollered scream like as you’d care Atop my head a hefty blow It felt as if my brain would go We all saw “Them” that very year It capped off well an ardent fear You drew and wrote your Donald tales And sent them off to Disney’s mail He wrote to you “A job well done, But your own critters must be won." A boy whose skills in school had want You rattled off a glorious jaunt A comic book your own design If only they’d known, twas such a crime! In anger’s fit you ripped to shreds Record of your awesome skill And now you sit by window’s sill Awaiting time with hours to kill Growing far so far from me In whom you are and were to be. ©November 16, 2002 Whether on the shoal or on the shore, I'll seek the lighthouse evermore. [This message has been edited by VAS (11-16-2002 01:02 PM).] |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Vividly pictured, Virginia... But so terribly terribly sad!  ~ loving rodent hugsLyra |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
mesmerizing. it flowed wonderfully to the sad end. -majnu |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Vas, This is so well written and enjoyed, right up to the end when sorrow speaks. Your ability to cause emotions to swing from high to pit of the stomach low, in one poem, is incredible. Thank you so much, God Bless, Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. "Desiderata" [This message has been edited by regards2you (11-16-2002 01:39 PM).] |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
There are great, joyful memories, and some painful ones...just as any siblings' pasts. The fishing scene was some of each, for the pole he was using was my mother's, I believe, and when he tossed it, he didn't hold on to the handle. Down, on the bottom of Mill Creek, a rod, a reel and my bother's zeal. And in my memory, and echo of my mother's spitting and spouting, and unltimately laughing at his perception of her words. My folks did a lot of head-shaking while we were growing up. Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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