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lucky
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0 posted 2001-01-01 11:34 PM


.
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
.
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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
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1 posted 2001-01-02 12:00 PM


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.*~
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lucky
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2 posted 2001-01-02 12:29 PM


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

Martie
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3 posted 2001-01-02 12:38 PM


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!
lucky
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4 posted 2001-01-02 01:42 AM


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).]

kindasorta
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since 2000-12-02
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5 posted 2001-01-02 04:12 AM


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.  

tracie66
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since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713
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6 posted 2001-01-02 04:23 AM


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



ethome
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7 posted 2001-01-02 05:03 AM


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!
lucky
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8 posted 2001-01-02 07:04 AM


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).]

Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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9 posted 2001-01-02 08:06 AM


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.



Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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northern mountains, Idaho
10 posted 2001-01-03 08:39 PM


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!

Martie
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11 posted 2001-01-03 09:15 PM


I'm glad you know how to bump...cause I do too...bump!
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