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Smokey Mountain Pines
Contributed by
Invierno
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Wednesday, 11th November 2015 @ 11:25:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Paint-less planks corralled
into a square-
ramshackle windows slashed in walls
allowing air,
framed and born of earth but over it,
pine tree to hide me, I'm alone they
hold me in my peeking at the billhilly family
taking dinner in their mountain home.
But the city boy with a campground Tee
who left his own family in search for
other things
beyond the pine's protecting ring,
past the concrete showers
around beyond the well stocked lake,
trout so thick you could grab dinner-
no need for rods and reels
but the need of the boy
to experience, to feel;
he knew something not known was in the pines,
which brought him to his sneaky spot.
And the man
forty years later never forgot-
can still see the boy get up from family dinner,
walk to the screen less window, pee on the needles below
and sit back down.
Nothin' from Ma, or Pa-
no fuss for normal stuff
That lesson learned and caught
for free for a rambling;
not all folks see as I see or do as my parents do-
a newness on a life still new
that runaway day in the Smoky Mountain pines.
Copyright ©
Invierno
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2015-11-11 23:25:15]
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Re: Smokey Mountain Pines
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by JamesStockdale on
Thursday, 12th November 2015 @ 06:38:47 AM AEST
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I know that feeling.
Very nice poem indeed!
More kids need to experience this.
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Re: Smokey Mountain Pines
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by xHeathenx on
Thursday, 12th November 2015 @ 11:58:26 AM AEST
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Not going to lie, I didn't quite catch it entirely.
"Concrete showers" through me for a loop because I was wondering what kind of construction company-based device could that be referring to, or what part of a society. Perhaps a concrete jungle with a building's destruction now I imagine, but then I came to realize after, oh duh. Concrete floor with a drain and a showerhead at a campground. Silly me. But still the thought of the different things that concrete showers could be is pretty neat.
It seems a mix of being the boy and growing up with a bit of natural-world embraced in simple lifestyle, but it also seems like either the child towards the end could be the narrator's son, or he himself living as free as he did as a child.
Perhaps this is intentional, or at the very least vague because it has to be given that it's a poem.
-Mark |
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Re: Smokey Mountain Pines
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 12th November 2015 @ 02:04:32 PM AEST
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Remind not to stand outside that window!
Everything can live on through our memories. Thanks for taking us along.
Tim |
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Re: Smokey Mountain Pines
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by speedy on
Friday, 13th November 2015 @ 05:22:46 PM AEST
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It hasn't been 40 years, since I'm only 35, but reading this brings back memories.
Great write.
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Re: Smokey Mountain Pines
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by softerware on
Friday, 13th November 2015 @ 09:46:44 PM AEST
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The child lives within the man and colors his world long after he is grown.
We all come face to face with reminders of our childhood that transport us into the past as vividly as if they were happening again.
We would do ourselves a service to frame the lovely memories and share them, and tuck the rest into a trunk in the attic until we have the time and strength to deal with them.
Thank you for sharing your moments.
softerware
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