Monday, March 30, 2015

The Field

                                      ... 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





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  1. Ah, the wonder of the young!

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    1. Living where we regularly heard wolves (not coyotes, wolves) did not help the situation. I could almost hear them breathing in the woods. :)

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  2. 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.

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    1. I 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.

      Yes, big ones, too. Wish it were not so, but, alas, it is.

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  3. 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.

    Hugs Jane xx

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    1. 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. :)

      It's so good to hear from you, Jane. Hugs to you ... xx

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  4. 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.

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    1. I 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 ... :))

      It might be the bravest I've ever felt.

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