wintersong....my tribute to granpappy

wintersong…my tribute to granpappy neath the bluegray sky lies the poetry of life the song of a bird slow meandering of a caterpillar the croak of a frog a bent twig hanging, lifeless mornings’ foggy mist becomes a reverie of times gone by or a promise for the new day of things to come which lie in hiding waiting for the sun memories become works of art words, subtle or screaming days and nights run together forming what was what can’t be changed no matter how terrible or wonderful a childs tears of pain begging for the comfort which she has never known becoming the product of that abuse and all it’s consequences little could she know she was poetry in the making a flower, a mountain an old hound dog dust, rain, wind and snow the woodpile, aching back the aroma of dinner cooking or loves’ sweet perfume a young boy growing up in Oklahoma ice cream and love heartaches and soul searching night sticks and alfalfa milk and cookies spitin' and whittlin’ tarzan on the screen ma and pa drugs and lovers good times and bad all part of the poetry of life each day flowing, one to the other each day a world in itself rivers of the mind flowing endlessly everything’s a story life is but an unending poem he lives life to the fullest been through it all setting life to poetry poetry to life each stanza a portrait in my gallery forever in my heart wintersong .... poetry of lifewhat the heck ...I can't help it if you effect me like that..wish I could express it better, though....but you get the idea Hmmm... for some odd reason, his name on his comment here has changed to 'unknown user' and has done so on all his comments on my poetry.  Unknown User is another poet on here but a more recent member.  The first comment from that name is actually wintersong (when he was known as 'granpappy') but a more recent one on this piece is actually from the poet, 'Unknown User'...curious thing..... Written March 10th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 09:03 AM PST, Dee Garner   0 • 18 • 10