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Jimmy

Contributed by cashfan1 on Monday, 21st June 2010 @ 04:34:43 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



He dressed in the clothes of a tramp
Spent his days on the fells
With only the animals
And lonliness for company.

He sang with the wind
And cried with the rain,
Danced with the full moon
Over the high tops.

He needed no clock
To tell of the changing landscape of time,
Just his face that, weathered
By long days on the fells

And longer nights by the fires bright light,
Told of tomorrow.
Supressed all memories
That for him held no meaning.

He cooked mutton wrapped in hay
On an old Aga that atop stood a blackened kettle
That trembled and whistled
The tune of a solitary life.

He drank hot tea from the chipped spout
Of an ageing pot,
Slurped and dribbled and wiped his mouth
With the back of a leathery hand.

He measured his days in sunlight
And his nights by the stars
That gathered overhead
While he stumbled from dream to dream

Beneath the creaking timbers
Of a shack he called home,
A sombre existence
For a sombre man.

And I still think of him
That solitary man
Clinging to the moon as he rides the high fells,
Whisling the song of the wind,

Telling me stories
On cold winter nights
When I longed to be like him.
But alas, there will never be another.










Copyright © cashfan1 ... [ 2010-06-21 04:34:43]
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Re: Jimmy (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Monday, 21st June 2010 @ 01:09:42 PM AEST
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AHHHHHHHHHHH ALAS............Truly your poems are like watching a movie. You brought this old fellow to life for me in my mind's eye, I would know him immediately without ever seeing him before! You are so talented. I still think you should publish. Then you could share all of "God's Gift" that he has given you everywhere!!
Enjoyed reading that so much!
Thanking you for sharing your lovely thoughts. I look forward to reading another work of art very soon.
Is Jimmy still alive?
Warm love
consue


Re: Jimmy (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Monday, 21st June 2010 @ 01:33:57 PM AEST
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Some people chose to live a solitary existence away from society's norms they actually prefer it that way,and as much as there is isolation there is also the warmth of acceptance and a real interest in the way they live their life, as always you have brought Jimmy to life for our eyes and how you see Jimmy, well written




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