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I Walked a Deserted Road
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I Walked a Deserted Road |
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Sunshine
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{revised} in direction of north to south an old stone bridge at one end I walked a lonely road today on it, found my spiritual friend lined straight on either side of me, hedge trees now shed of leave kept their apples of lime green tight, like balls hung on Christmas eve here recent stains of “making way” show up in machine’s road mark I step mutely down the middle, eyes rest on fresh scarred bark abandoned long ago, this road, it saw travelers of many kind I heard faded voices of children with chores and school on their mind phantoms dressed in pant of denim pale school dress of cotton twill under morning’s sunlight gleam their voice and laughter shrill I see an ancient buckboard tugged by stubborn mule hear the ramrod’s lonely call as he traveled in morning’s cool with the sun upon my back, I espied there in the brush a white of tail, a doe, a buck, whisk away through the bush there, overhead, stretched a skeleton cottonwood fingers scraping sky never again dropping leaves to ground awaits lightning’s strike to die paw-prints in dirt’s damp below gave view to hidden night’s life in the ice of winter’s air came his spirit emanating strife I waited for the sound of him it was there deep within my soul would the wolf come man again for either’s howl is whole it was his search within my eyes we spoke so, silently he looked on toward the cottonwood then disappeared quietly sun was soon then covered as winds blew in clouds of rain I left those years of long ago returning to the present again this lone deserted road, still, beneath my feet, just so a decaying abandoned bridge, rocked here, from years ago takes my mind a’journeying, whisks my breath away I wonder the wander of “them,” and at the lives that stay ©Karilea Rilling Jungel revised 14 October 2001 circa 5 November 2000 Several years ago, Fagin was approached by a gypsy woman at a festival of ancients. She told him, "you are the one to hold this," took his hand, placed in it a ring with a wolf's insignia. He looked back up to thank her - she was gone. This was the tale he told me when I saw and commented on the ring in October of 2004. From then on, all of the shirts he wore bore some insignia of a wolf. He sent me many beautiful photos of wolves in all seasons. |
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SEA 
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since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"it was his search within my eyes we spoke so, silently he looked on toward the cottonwood then disappeared quietly sun was soon then covered as winds blew in clouds of rain I left those years of long ago returning to the present again"  |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
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honey, sometimes its so wonderful to revisit those years again, b/c we're older, more mature, and perhaps more able...yanno? this was beautiful |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
I never got to meet him, but I can see that you're blessed to have known someone like him, let alone to have him as brother. On the other hand, he was blessed too....as is also easy to see from this poem, among many, many other things. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wolves are special to special people!! |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
What a remarkable work, SIL. The imagery was very revealing. I can feel the love and pride you feel. I almost felt like I was walking with you. ...jo |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
what always pulls me in is the heartbeat that is felt within the words  |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"phantoms dressed in pant of denim pale school dress of cotton twill under morning’s sunlight gleam their voice and laughter shrill" Your poem took me many places... all of them welcome. Thank you for sharing. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Sunshine Some times when I read your words I think of Blazing Saddles and what they thought was the greatest acolade of all The lady is so (bong) The lady is so (bong) regards Dave |
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