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Old men belong to daybreak,
and the dance of wind
upon water.
The stream of memory
drifting slowly, and always
within the quiet waters
of the heart.
A fire burning within my eyes.
The silence of the dead.
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My dear departed Brothers!
On this Veterans Day,
I would,
that you could,
use my eyes
... to gaze once again
upon the rolling engine of this old river,
called... 'Ogeechee'.
The dance of trees upon the surface.
The rippling smiles.
The laughter of a child
on the face of the morning Sun.
It seems
I heard the laughter
and noticed the Sun
rising
on a day that was supposed to be rain.
It seems
that I heard them
laughing
as I missed a few shots
on my nine.
It seems that nothing matters
except that they
... live
here
in the places of the heart,
and tears of the soul.
It seems so.
... and that is fine with me. |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2003
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December 6, 2009 |
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