... piano lesson over ... I cross the dark field between our farms / singing hymns my mother taught me ... one eye on the porch light / trying not to run
Oh wow. I remember singing a gospel song when my parents were delayed coming home once in 1955. If I was a puppy I would have chewed a hole in the sofa. Little ones worry. Big ones too.
Crikey... I would have run like the wind!! Teresa Your life and your home is SO much different to mine in the city, yet.... I too sang those hymns to bolster courage, usually it was 'just the darkness, and imaginary wolves' that made me sing-up. I love your poem, I can see it... be there, see the distant porch light.
I remember walking through the woods to my grandparents house at night. It took years before I stopped running the entire distance. At about age 12 I finally made myself walk the whole distance and finally realized there was no danger.
Ah, the wonder of the young!
ReplyDeleteLiving where we regularly heard wolves (not coyotes, wolves) did not help the situation. I could almost hear them breathing in the woods. :)
DeleteOh wow. I remember singing a gospel song when my parents were delayed coming home once in 1955. If I was a puppy I would have chewed a hole in the sofa. Little ones worry. Big ones too.
ReplyDeleteI had a similar circumstance with my parents, singing hymns seemed to meet the need then, as well. Laughing at your puppy remark ... I so understand.
DeleteYes, big ones, too. Wish it were not so, but, alas, it is.
Crikey... I would have run like the wind!! Teresa Your life and your home is SO much different to mine in the city, yet.... I too sang those hymns to bolster courage, usually it was 'just the darkness, and imaginary wolves' that made me sing-up. I love your poem, I can see it... be there, see the distant porch light.
ReplyDeleteHugs Jane xx
The wolves were my biggest worry ... we heard them frequently as they made their rounds ... I think that may be the bravest I've ever felt. :)
DeleteIt's so good to hear from you, Jane. Hugs to you ... xx
I remember walking through the woods to my grandparents house at night. It took years before I stopped running the entire distance. At about age 12 I finally made myself walk the whole distance and finally realized there was no danger.
ReplyDeleteI was afraid to run in the field for gopher holes, and wanting to run made me more scared, so I was trying to contain it ... :))
DeleteIt might be the bravest I've ever felt.