tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945486051206557782.post8867698888362544940..comments2023-06-06T12:58:24.936-03:00Comments on Thibeau Time: Sunday Afternoon Poetry #17Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632933520581304507noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945486051206557782.post-49384636136474421412012-05-06T16:25:13.611-03:002012-05-06T16:25:13.611-03:00John - here is life from the other end :
I am so...John - here is life from the other end : <br /><br />I am so old<br /><br />I am so old<br />That I have an uncle<br />who died in the Civil War<br />I and my mother each<br />the last child of old parents<br /><br />I am so old<br />that my parents wedding<br />included a chivaree<br /><br />to certify consummation<br />In the community’s interest<br /><br />I am so old<br />that the parental village<br />carried my mother and father to bed<br />and listened at the door<br />with ribald jokes<br /><br />I am so old <br />that villagers wouldn’t leave<br />but drank and danced<br />and demanded to see the bloody sheet<br />and dad killed a chicken just in case<br /><br />I am so old<br />that the field, forest and creek<br />beside my house,<br />as far as the eye could see<br />have been paved<br />for half a century <br /><br /><br />I am so old<br />that my father<br />built the church<br />that has now fallen down<br />and the little bank that closed <br /><br />I am so old <br />that the Air Corps bombing<br />of striking miners<br />could be seen and heard<br />in person<br /><br />I am so old <br />that I once thought<br />women were reluctant<br />to make love<br /><br />I am so old<br />That remembering<br /> is<br />Who I am<br />>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><br />David WilliamsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com