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Virgin Ground

Contributed by lnnie on Sunday, 19th October 2008 @ 02:28:54 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



He was the neighbor boy
and I, the city girl
banished to the countryside
to learn hard work from the grandparents
who dairy-farmed.
l
The rumbling train after the long flight,
the smell in the air
jumbled my brain
everything outside that train window
seemed isolated, alien and I felt alone.

I sat next to an older woman
who without looking whispered
see the pretty cow?
Her grandchild came
from the bathroom late—
first case of mistaken identity.

Old barn but a beautiful house
and a bumpy pickup truck ride later
we were there.

Grandpa’s smell was
earthy, gasoline, fresh dirt
and he talked the entire while
spelling out my chores;
all the things
I would have to do,

but, he would help,
he would show me
how to milk the cows.

Grandma’s living room was a doily museum
everywhere a starched doily,
under lamps
some with coasters inside
one with a flower vase.

This was grandpas and grandmas.



My room was all gingham and florals,
muted pinks, greens and reds
the one Susie had;
all her things preserved there
and I began a slow fingering of them

as soon as grandma closed the door;

a 4-H photo of Susie and a dairy cow;
a cheerleader’s outfit in the closet;
a boy and her
with prom roses at the front door.

I hug my clothes slowly
because some of hers were still there,

and I dropped my tennis bracelet
on the closet floor
to discover there
a loose board.

I pried it loose to discover
a shoe box barely visible in the dark.

I froze
looked up
listening close to see
if anyone would be coming up;
took my nail file and finished
the excavation work;

holding at last in my hand something whose
contents I had
already pieced together in my mind
as to what was in Susie’s treasure box
forgotten there.

Easy open; letters wrapped with a red ribbon
jewelry, a photo and other things yet unidentified.

The room secure,
I read around the ribbon
to see some of the letters
had stamps and had been mailed
others had not--
written but not mailed.
One of these I opened slowly
and began to read.

“You were my Virgin Spring;
my Thomas flower blooming;
and I was Virgin Ground”.
Struck, should I read on
or close the letter
and put back
the top of the shoe box?




Copyright © lnnie ... [ 2008-10-19 14:28:54]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Virgin Ground (User Rating: 1 )
by karoody on Sunday, 19th October 2008 @ 08:13:14 PM AEST
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a beautiful story. what a journey and day this must have been! thank you for sharing this with us. i adore your writing always. you always give a great story
love smiles blessings
kara


Re: Virgin Ground (User Rating: 1 )
by recklessguy on Monday, 20th October 2008 @ 02:35:39 AM AEST
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You are a writer. Super work. Reminded me of things.





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