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| Open Poetry #13 |
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I could do it again |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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I could do it again how many today could forage outside the grocers, finding sustenance and more and not in the garbage how many outside the great plains could come ‘round to live on the land I could do it…again in many ways I’m a 30’s kid ‘tho born some 20 years after; in many ways I know what they did and where they found their laughter Mom was an after-the-fact born just short of dustbowl days Dad, he carried the soil in his varied and careful ways but they had both understood what it was like to be without perhaps that is why their laughter carried such a loving clout but I digress, forgive me, please, for what I had done then, I could do again with ease, if it was meant to feed the kin why, I could do a chicken in I recall the very first event Dad took me and we went after feeding time caught up a rooster quick, in a blink and before that rooster could even wink he was upside down carried to a stump the axe came down with a thump Sunday night’s dinner ran around, still squawked did he although with no head still had a way to talk did he I thought it staggering, Dad said “it happens that way,” I remember that, and what they said about a chicken running ‘round without a head I also remember that the family was fed. I could do it again. how many of us could bake the bread till the land stand the stead gel the jam how many of us would? I could do it again. I recall the moments spent doing all of the above somehow the world was better and filled with a little more love. oh yes, I would do it again and could, just give me when. |
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Coal Surrender Member
since 2001-04-01
Posts 84U.S. |
Karilea, History is passion, and when it touches home and heart in this way, its spell is more ardent, still. Wonderful! Coal |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Coal, thank you very much for understanding this piece. Recently attended a poetry reading and was quite taken up with the "everyday, every man" poetry of Dave Smith. He took a simple event, and wove a wonderful read. It brought back the idea that any matter, and not just romance, can be taken through a poetic wandering... so I am very glad for your input. Thank you. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Karilea, The touch that you have lent to your words is extra-ordinary... saying wonderful things in a special way... This is the touch of sun shine, indeed!!! Regards, Sudhir |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
You brought back memories of my childhood with the chicken thing.There were more pleasant memories too. Though my brother and I 3rd and 4th grade thought the chicken thing was one of the funniest things. Now it's seems rather gross and barbaric, but I love the taste of chicken, so just maybe I could. The awful part was getting the chicken wet before plucking its feather. The smell of wet feathers...yuck!!! |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
We were quite young - old enough to know we shouldn't mess with other's chickens = but we knew how to survive - away from home - not your point I grant = Anther reminiscense poem I must write = but I loved this especially for the personal memories it dredged up. |
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Auguste 
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Karilea, As a child, my mother had the grim task of doing in the chicken. To keep it from running off she'd put a wash tub over it. I was raised in the country and this is how we were bought up. We drank well water and lived off a family garden. I still remember her doing laundry with a scrub board. There were thirteen of us children, so she did a lot of scrubbing. Though still not easy, women had a much tougher life back then. Thank you, Karilea. This poem brought back some childhood memories that I hadn't thought of in a long time. Take care and peace to you. Michael Proust- |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Dear Sunshine, Well that's exactly the way we've always lived and in most ways still do. We still don't have central heating, but a coal- and woodstove. I like it this way, keeps you one with nature. I've just planted peas and other stuff. We only got cookinggaz a few years ago, before we had to do with bottled gaz. You described it very well. Titia |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Well you certainly took me to a place I have never been and I loved my visit there! ~*~ I write ~ Therefore I am ~*~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I have read and re read this, Kari...I've often thought that I could live happier in a simpler time...but I sure would miss my pc!  Nice, thoughtful write, here! |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
Thank you for reminding me of a simpler yet more difficult time. It was a welcome trip down memories lane. |
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Cuddlez Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 422Walla Walla, WA 99362 |
Im sure you could Its funny many of my friends have no idea of what it is like to take a life, eat the meat that comes from it, yet call the person who does it horrible. Who knows? Time flies? Say it not so, time stays we go. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
there are so many things we have endured and thought "I could never go through that again", knowing all the while that, indeed, we could..necessity always dictates. very well penned, Sunshine... |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
I remember it well--- and while nostalgic I prefer my "tysons" chickens to the plucking. As to the poem---- Loved it!!!!!! There is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Karilea~ Well ... The Colonel and I were just discussing this ... He said, "Little woman ... quit plucking 'round with my chickens !"  Yes ... I not only could ... I'd enjoy it ... but take to fishing and veggie gardening more readily. WONDERFULLY nostalgic memories surfaced from reading this. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Fabulous writing, Karilea! Nice weave! |
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