One evening on my father's farm
I took toddling son
(Can't remember which one)
Into a massive river birch
That with a lurch
Grew over clear water creek
And supine in the curve
Where tree reached back to the sky
Cradled spine and quilted cotton cammo
blended perfectly with bark
Wooden arc became a swing
From which to watch the eve
Come gently to the scene
Chin rested in his curls
Arms wrapped around his world
Held him close against my chest
To share the view
flowing water I liked best
I gently restrained him from
fidget and babble
And began to train him
To be content within himself
He didn't realize to be so near
To swimming teal
To hear the beaver crunching
branches for his evening meal
To be a silent neighbor
To winsome threesome deer
For in the song of crickets
And the chant of hidden thrush
The otter dimpled colors
Flocks settled with a hush
And baby boy
Slept in my arms
While tree cradled me
Under a sliver of
Silvered moon
Author notes
I believe this must have been Michael, now 22
I've been away from the farm to long...
A contest entry
- rivers flowing... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended January 25, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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How lovely a memory and how lovely to pen it here for us with such lovely words as to make us be there with you seeing the otter and the teal and threesome deer .
I hope your son remembers as well as you these memories to cherish.
Thankyou for sending it to me to read, I am very grateful.
Lulu
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Too long makes one angry and restless we must go back . There is no substitute for nature is there moon. I think this is more plain and special.
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You paint a beautiful scene with your words here and it makes me a little envious of your "clear water creek".
Thank you for sharing this with us dry land dwellers.
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How beautiful a memory ...
and how lucky a boy to have a father with such love for nature, God and Child.
Thank you, Benjamin.
Love
Myra
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Lovely
I grew up on a farm and this brought memories, though i spent my extra time in the deep woods, with my dog, and rifle. I love the sounds of the birds, woodpeckers, squirrels and other small critters. It was a flowing time.
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so lovely.
i imagine you being the most tenderest of fathers.
my favorite part is:
"For in the song of crickets
And the chant of hidden thrush
The otter dimpled colors
Flocks settled with a hush" - but i loved the imagery of the whole poem. the scene is vivid.
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Beautiful Poem,
You totally owned that contest.
Relating personal images threw your mind, turning it into words always puts the reader in the posision as if they're there.
But I wonder, Is the mood happy, or sorrowful.
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moody mood, I guess. I think I was trying to express awe, speechless wonder and unity with nature around me.
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The scenariou you created here brings the depth and makes me curious to the tone you followed..very well crafted piece you sent..thanks for the entry..
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