Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Summer Pasture


                                ... four years old ... I remember standing in summer pasture
                     
         ... grandfather's sheep sailing over my head

                                                   ... wool spinning into golden sunlight / the dust on my feet                     

                           






Painting by Winslow Homer

6 comments:

  1. Lovely poem and painting! You are in the middle of winter dreaming of summer, and childhood! When I read your lines about "sheep sailing over my head", I imagined being about 3 years old again, a time when many things were taller than me... and I could still walk under the kitchen table!

    I am on the other side of the world at 4.30am, having just had my first cup of tea for the day and thinking about things I have to get done today! It is nice to begin by reading a poem!

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    1. I'm a big fan of the paintings of Winslow Homer. Yes, winter still here, and dreaming of spring, childhood, soft summer days. I believe I was 4, but can recall this moment so vividly. I find it comforting to "converse" with you on the other side of the world ... it doesn't seem so big, after all. I'm glad to know my poem was part of the start to your day ... always lovely to hear from you, Peter. Hope your day has been a good one.

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  2. I am immediately reminded of the legendary song-catcher, Joseph Canteloube, who wrote down 'Baïlèro' in his Chants d'Auvergne. If you ever have trouble getting relaxed, find it on youtube and unwind to the beautiful melody. I do.

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    1. That sounds enchanting ... I will look up this song-catcher (love that very apt term). Thank you ...

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  3. Ah......the things that dreams are made of......memories, imagination, and a creative mind. So, so nice Teresa.

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    1. One of my favorite childhood memories ... and my grandfather's name was Moses ...

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