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Camelback Mountain, The Ant, and God (from Boyhood Tales)
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Camelback Mountain, The Ant, and God (from Boyhood Tales) |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas 
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Camelback Mountain, The Ant, and God (a memory - of course I was asleep at the time - from Boyhood Tales ) ~~~ There was a time when Camelback Mountain, in Arizona, was a direction. "Hey Miss, how do I get to . . . " "Oh, you go towards Camelback Mountain and . . ." and an arm would come up, a finger would point , and, of course, everyone would then know exactly where you were going. Except you. Camelback was always a mysterious place. I'd sometimes get chills, or the hackles on the back of my neck would rise as I climbed through certain areas, and then I'd wonder - whose soul had I just walked through; whose footstep had fit mine so well; did they wear feathers, or a cowboy hat? Should I excuse myself, apologize? ~~~ One really hot summer, near the top of the "camel's hump" where there are five large, rounded boulders, full of cracks and other depressions that I'd use to climb just that much closer to the sky, in 110 degrees of pure ultra-violet light, in country where a mouth full of cotton is the first sign of real water loss, I was terribly thirsty. . . and playing with this little ant, putting obstructions in it's way, making it turn this way and that, back and forth - pestering it. Finally I let it climb my finger tip, raised it to my eye and loudly said, "Ant, I am God!" "And you are just a little, insignificant speck on the tip of my finger." "What do you think of that!" ~~~ The little sucker bit me! I shook it off my finger and picking up one of the larger obstructions I'd previously put in it's way, I crushed it! Ground it into the sand! "And I'm a vengeful god you little, little . . . well, anyway, shouldn't bite." I said, as I proceeded up the twenty-five foot climb to the top of the boulder where I again sat to catch my breath. Suddenly g-forces glued me to the boulder, wind rushed past my face, my stomach kissed my toes . . . and just as quick everything came to a stop, except me, who flew four feet higher then fell back to the boulder in a crash of floundering arms and legs. "Man, I am GOD!" A booming, echoing voice shook me to my very core. "And you are just a little, insignificant speck on the tip of my finger." "What do you think of that!" © wesley james beard, jr. august 2011 [This message has been edited by jwesley (08-18-2011 09:51 AM).] |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Nicely done, loved the ending, enjoyed. Kat>^..^< |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
So, dear Jimmy, while you were asleep, you were given a great lesson, I see! I love your boyhood memories and this is no exception. Very well written. Love, M |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
And did you bite back? Or just hang on for dear life? Excellent rendering, Wes. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I am so glad it was just a dream and that you didn't really hurt that little ant's feelings nor make it miserable nor kill it. Owl |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Booming Echoing voice....Hillary Clinton? enjoyed it amogo!! |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Always honored when you guy's stop in and read, thanks from the heart! Sunshine...prayed! Dark ... in her dreams! j. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I do love your stories and your wonderful telling of them! *S* |
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