Burlap’d Celebration

I think it’s ok
that I don’t remember who played
the cowboys, for there must
have been some, hiding, waiting,

but you and I were Indians,
and proud of it,
even though we were blond,
for we relished the stories
Dad had given us,

and our skit that day, for the
neighbor kids,
was just an idea to sell lemonade,
and put on a side-show,

to dance in the dirt, making
woo woo woo sounds
hoping to bring the needed rain…




Somehow, even now, that childhood chant
that resonates
when we were caught chasing our shadows
now holds yesterday’s summer sun up
in the sky

to warm the February gray
and may even bring some rain,
in time.

So if it is all right with you,
I’m going to relive some
woo woo woo times
dancing in the dirt of
black and white,
with tow-headed children
and their love for one another.

~*~

In memory,
R.C.R. [Fagin]
11/25/53 – 02/05/06

[This message has been edited by Sunshine (02-09-2006 07:45 PM).]

Karilea,
And now he's gone to be a Chief.

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.

In the midst of winter,
I found there lives within me..
An invincible summer.