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2006-12-11, 11:38
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I Remember.......
"I Remember...."
Back in the days when there was simplicity that I can only understand now
I had dreams that seemed realistic to conquer, but I never had the resources
To fulfill them or the real knowledge to do more than scratch the surface.
Someone said recently that to really love what you're doing in your life
You need to look back on what you loved when you were eleven.
Lately I've had reasons for revisiting the pond down the street.
At first it was for mere exercise to revive and restore,
But soon I went there alone to observe.
I observed the headstones and the beauty of the hillside behind the farm.
As I rounded the bend the geese clattered and rose into the air.
I watched half sorry for disturbing them.
The lilies on the pond were unflowering and ready for the new season.
The colors of the jewel-toned trees sparkled with splashes
Of green willow arms interspersed dusting the bank.
I stood looking for fish that were too deep to see in the cold water.
I still look for the big orange ones from some thirty years ago.
Holding on to another yesterday I suppose.
Yesterdays
Pieces I remember that meant the world to me when I was eleven
Hurts and falls, awakenings and triumphs
Like the memories becoming clearer I can hear the geese again
Squallering as they get closer.
My eyes watching over the trees for their return.
They fly overhead past me and I feel I'm a deterent for them landing again,
But once again I'm wrong as they double back.
Their legs stretch out like landing gear as they descend so close I can see individual feathers.
And they rest on the pond calling to each other.
I made no difference to them.
Have I made a difference anywhere?
I pass around the bend glancing up at a friend's final resting place near the flagpole.
Goldenrod and asters like pettycoats beneath their pine dresses on the other side.
Someday I'd really like part of me to be here after I'm gone.
But for now I'll be here when I can remember and revitalize.
When I can see differently than I did when I was eleven,
But where I can remember what was important and see if it's still that way now.
BJH
12/11/2006
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