Open Poetry #23 |
A Wilderness Home : Choka 45 |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Softness was unknown As they built their happy home, Hearth of reclaimed bricks Fire made from foundling sticks, Warmth of their spirit Heats the chill so they bare it, They cling to living In the far unforgiving. Their happiness reigned, And each year a little gained, They were of glad heart, But there were times when apart, He’d be out hunting, She’d be at the stove canning While making dinner; They made ready for winter. He had been long gone When returning by wagon, Gone was the old mule A strong young horse now did pull, Under the canvas A surprise she’d never guess, Dreamed from long ago Was a standup piano, When young she would play A dream that had slipped away. They struggled it down, Carefully across the ground, And then in the door Over the creaking wood floor Near the one window In the sunshine not shadow. So again she’d play After their breakfast each day, He would hear the sound As he went to work the ground. Toiling all the day Returned home hearing her play. Harvest turned winter And spring leads to the summer As years quickly go, Music from the piano Lightened many days Helped them along the harsh ways As they built their happy home. Gloom |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
I felt I was right there. Very good. Thanks, Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, regards2you Glad I could be your poetic travel agent. Gloom |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Bravissimo, professoro! Bravissimo! I absolutely love this! The rhyme, the reason, the time, the season! EA |
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