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lee of lonely harbor [for Rosemary's father... and brother and of course her] |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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. < !signature-->sailing down and around through the Sammamish Slough summer wind in daddy’s hand built eighteen foot catamaran a light boat sails with a mast he had mounted to the transverse watching canoeist lover’s slicing the torrents whisking on by dad had a few whiskers on his chin back then in those old days gone by I liked the crystalline moonlight on the waves and you see I was just eleven back then writing poems of lovers as I whiled away the times dazed by the lee and my feet slicing the waters close to the heart of lake Sammamish though small but strong she’d dip and reel daddy thought to call ‘er “Rosemary” and I did help to build her of course and that would have been a deal of sorts and of course too he loved me so well and I loved the water as well as he did too he told me just how she feels and how he knew just where he was by the smell of the airs but assured she's a strong little Cat’ she'll keep us afloat even through the roughest gales the sorted San Juans had to offer and still preserve ya a smilin' but in some storms I could tell daddy was scared also but always assured she’ll bring us back to dale’s nice quiet arbor but for one more night now she would like to rest on the lee of Shilshole before we put her out to sea I closed my eyes to caressing dreams while daddy trimmed the sails ‘round a time or two near of daybreak just aside Sucia Island as he preferred to anchor there came stars a sailing right into my morning eyes where the fish and Herons played to my surprise I put my writings all safe aside and when the tales came a rending daddy filled my cup with warm Swiss Mist surely the mint of sailors & such she's a good ‘ol ketch & she'll make the trip from the lee to the straits & with harmonica’s tune daddy’s “Rosemary” slips along while I write for her a song she leans towards and into winds she's a good ‘ol float daddy made sure she’d stay afloat and he sure did keep me smilin' for those many years towards the summers end when we’d rest again and I'd regret the lee of lonely harbor ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Taken from a story Rosemary told me of her boat rides with her father. Her brother not long ago took her father up the Straits. It was his last voyage and I was astounded to hear that he could still tell his son exactly where they were by the smells & sounds of the different islands it was so foggy & Rosemary's brother was unable to see at all. How I wish I could have been there also. but what I didn’t tell you was, that dad was blind then and brother Ray might as well have been in misty fog unable to see yet his dad knew intuitively just exactly how far from shore they were & not to mention "where" they were . Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner is my delight. -Marge Tindal~ [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 01-02-2001).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Oh, Lucky~ What an absolutely beautifully written piece. An adventure that pulled me along, just as it must have done when Rosemary shared it with you. What a treasure. A true beauty of a write. I feel the love written all over it. I know Rosemary will love this one for sure. And she's probably gonna do that teary-eyed thing ... Yeah, well we girls are just like that. What a hug you deserve for this. My friend, my friend ... such talent you share with us. Love n' hugs and the happiest of New Year's wishes I impart to you both. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Marge, Thanks so much... when I told Rosemary of this post, she was taking a drink of something and choked through the tears while reading, then chocked again to your reply. She has never written of these things... yet. I typed this as she told it to me one day not long ago, I thought to get it. It's not as well as I would like but it's written. Love you Sis, dale |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Dale--Marge has said so well the touchingness of this piece of tender memory...and it is as though it had been you there instead of her...and I remember about the seeing blind eyes that know where to go from familiarity. This is wonderful, as are you, and Rosemary's memories. Hugs and Happy New YEar to you both! |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Martie, I don't know exactly how I got adopted by two sisters... and both of them poets... But I ain't complainin' As for the write... there's so much more I should have told. At one point a whale surfaced and Ray was able to reach over the side and see it; he even touched it. Dad though, unable to see, and Ray's first time a captian... (with his father's vessel), this tale was unbelievable. Ray did tell us though that dad could feel an odd turbulance in the waters just before the time the whale surfaced. I'm so glad that he was able to take him on that last trip. I think God showed them both a lot of things, again I wish I could have seen..! Which of course is why I would've liked to be there... I believe they both met fear that day alone for the first and only time together. I love to watch even with blinded eyes the works of God and I say again... I'd love to have been there. love you... My Other Sis, dale . [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 01-02-2001).] |
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kindasorta Member
since 2000-12-02
Posts 56 |
enjoyable story, good write! "touch and go sometimes, one never knows"! who's watching the one watching and say, what a grand boat trip I was allowed to float along. |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Oh Lucky what a most delightful and incredible piece, you penned this so beautifully. Rosemary must be so proud of the way you described this as it is so incredibly visual, like I was there  Wonderful writings Dale....thanks for sharing Tracie~ Love is the life of the soul... It is the harmony of the universe |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Hey Lucky...what a beautiful piece! Reflections of Rosemary's early days...that is something that gets in the blood to never leave...and a born writer at such a tender age...just had to happen didn't it? From the harmonica to the sights and sounds and these wholesome memories there developed a kind and loving person...my how we look up to those that develop our morals for the future... great write! I'm sure she loves you for it! |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
ethome, Sorry... Guess I was a little (there) vague... It was Rosemary's dad that was playing the harmonica. R.J. was to busy writing and drinking in the sea but I got to tell you she can sing like a lark and I can play like Clapton and what indeed a pair we are. Thank you though. PS. oh, I forgot to tell you... Man oh man can she write. dale . [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 01-02-2001).] |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Oh, sweetheart, I love the words you tell my story with! I love the poetry you paint my pictures with! I love the love you love me with! I love the care you love my father with! Thanks for making permanent my memories. The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
This is just too beautiful. I don't think people had a chance to see it. So, I'm just going to bump you up again so they can have a chance! |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I'm glad you know how to bump...cause I do too...bump! |
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