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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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scene: As a young boy I was sitting in the living room of my Great Gramndparents old homestead in Fosterville N.B. gazing at a picture of my Great Great Grandfather the father of Ward Foster my Great Grandfather. My imagination ran wild and this is the song I wrote as a result. Sittin on my own in Grandma's parlour, Wing back chairs with pillows attached. Lookin at a picture of my Great grandfather, Stone cold eyes and moustache waxed. He's got the face of a Turkish warlord, Fightin a cause for a noble class. Standin tall for law and order, Like the rainfall feeds the grass. Or was he a pirate on the Spanish main, Callin out orders from the captain's loft. Dancin to the fire of a thousand flames, Fightin for booty illegally sought. He's got the face of a pirate of fame, Drinkin to the plunder of battles fought, Crossin cold steel to honour his name, From tales of yore a splendid plot. Like the mystery in the wind His true spirit never ends Like all sources he survives In the shiftin sands of mother time. and if you listen he's alive In every newborn baby's cry. Or was he a cowboy on the open range, Where the wind rushes through the golden grass. Taming a mustang with a flowing mane, Tales by the campfire bragging his past. He's got the face of a Texas Ranger, Fightin for freedom in a frontier land. Ridin long hours in the face of danger, With a heart of truth that makes a man. Or was he a politician in his own right, A public orator callin the shots. A democratic pioneer with pure insight, On how his country should be taught. He's got the face of a verbal dodger, Talkin up proud in the public eye, With humour and wit a willy old codger. A pure avenger with gracious pride. Like the mystery in the wind his true spirit never ends. Like all sources he survives in the shifting sands of mother time. and if you listen he's alive in every newborn baby's cry. The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Great! Wow! I'm ... speechless. |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
This shows me then, that you did not come by your attributes carelessly...they've been handed down, carefully, from generation to generation... this is so very wonderful.... it is now illumined by a light in my library.... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nicely written and quite an imagination... enjoyed the read a great deal. |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Eric, you tell stories nicely, capturing the imagination with your descriptions. Nice piece. -MVS "If you think you know it all, you have a lot to learn." |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks Interloper much appreciated! Lady in White I really appreciate your words and thank you for the saving file. Thanks Cpat Hair glad you could take the time to read this! Mark I appreciate the thoughts! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Quite an imagination...that's for sure...James |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you James for the comment! |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
ethome--amazing gaze of words...and as always, so well done! |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
funny, I heard the last twang of the guitar just as I finished reading this. . . great job my friend. . . a unique look at heritage. . . -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks Martie I'm always so glad to hear from you. Hey Sven you got it right. It's a song and thanks for the comments! |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Loved it, and brought to mind the old photos at my Gramma's of men that scared the >>>> of me. I had to wait in the parlour, and they always stared at me (well I was kid)! Loved this one Ethome, just great! "Lose your temper and you lose a friend; lie and you lose yourself." |
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Nate Dogg Senior Member
since 1999-11-15
Posts 1658Georgia, Fulton |
Wow, what a great display of your imagination....a marvelous write!! Nathan |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Like the mystery in the wind His true spirit never ends Like all sources he survives In the shiftin sands of mother time. and if you listen he's alive In every newborn baby's cry. ===================================== very cool tribute to your heritage E, I loved all the imagination and wonder of your curiosity in this... clever and creative perspective to write from... and of course I love that repetative verse... it make the melody well done poet E-babes  jm |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Oh Eric...such a look you have given me...at lives past...such a song to sing |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
ETHome~ I just love it .... Love it, I tell you ! ! !  The imagination of a child is breathtakingly refreshing ! 'Like the mystery in the wind his true spirit never ends.' What a spirited legacy to behold. *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Mysteria I know what you mean, when you're a kid those old family portraits seemed so scary, they never smiled, always so sober. Thanks for the comments! Thanks Nate I appreciate the comments! Janet my dear poet pet I always appreciate your enthusiastic comments! Paula thank you once again for stopping in to read and for the kind words! Marge, I'm glad you loved it and I know your spirit will never end also! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Much applause Ethome! From a single picture, poured so many wonderfully imaginative thoughts ... oh I really enjoyed the imagery I visualized through this! Best wishes, /Kit |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks so much Kit I am always glad to hear from you! |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
If you were a young boy when you wrote this, I'm gonna have to hate you for being that talented that early! LOL I enjoyed this a lot, ethome... loved the paths your imagination took. *S* |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
I really enjoyed your trip through imaginative soil! |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
Wow....what a journey through your heritage...love the imagination....and all the wonderful lines...especially these last lines. Like the mystery in the wind his true spirit never ends. Like all sources he survives in the shifting sands of mother time. and if you listen he's alive in every newborn baby's cry. Superb Work my friend Charisma |
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