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| © August @ '92 photo by smck |
THAT’S
ME
Idle moments while I
replay
tapes of memory in
my mind
clear rivulet wash
on sand
bright
flash of winging bird
eyes in love and supplication
quest in mine
ahh – early child almost
a stranger
peering down the imagined
reaches of the future
See
how
he
looks!
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sometimes when i dream too
much of yore i see myself looking forward at me
© smck
© smck
I wrote this little poem long years ago - perhaps when this photo was taken - and meant it for myself, no photograph for reference, but then when I found this picture in our old box of family photos the poem seemed to leap up into my mind as the homage to my younger son - coming back from the beach above L'Archeveque and onto the grassy interval behind my friends fishing shack where we staying for a few precious weeks. smck
Although that boy is now grown, the grassy interval looks very much the same.
ReplyDelete- but the old fellow who took the photo doesn't look the same,eh? I think the camp married Carol and all the kids to Cape Breton
ReplyDeleteIt's true that Cape Breton pulls on your heart strings, begging you to return.
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