Green  

wind_up_bird01 47M
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3/26/2006 6:11 pm

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4/23/2006 11:41 pm

Green

The summers of my youth were green. Green like the tall chestnut trees which cast shadow on all but the center line of the road we lived on, so thick was their foliage. The same road upon which we could, if all the gang arrived on time, pass the days away playing road hockey, being Bobby Orr, Guy Lafleur, Ken Dryden, lifting up our bent, over-worked nets with their torn netting at the approach of cars, waiting impatiently for them to pass so the Stanley Cup final could be contested again and again.
Green like the golf course on which my brother and I would ramble and range in the late afternoons once the sun had sunk too low for the even the most die-hard of golfers to continue playing. In the day's fading light we would clamber over rocks, through forest and tall grass, eating the fresh blackberries straight from the vine before returning home, juice-smeared and grass-stained to the exasperated, yet doting gaze of my mother and the warmth of her kitchen.
Green like the local playing fields upon which we would vie for glory every weekend, calling, sometimes even pleading with our teammates to pass us the ball so we could take home to our parents the story of our prowess and the badge of honor bestowed upon us as the days goal scorer.
Green like the seaweed which would wash up on the shore and waft their rotting, salty smell over us as we dreamed of schooners and ketches, sea captains and pirates. The search for the perfect skipping stone would be this day's pleasure, and the crown to be worn the one of the best rock skipper.
Green was the colour of my summers, a frenzy of exuberence and comeraderie, skinned knees and tireless youth. Green, i can still smell it, taste it, see it.


__Huntress__ 55M/57F

3/28/2006 4:06 am

I was reading Michael Ondaatje this morning ...

"all afternoon I keep
stepping into his pocket

whispering
instruct and delight me"


You see, you are a teacher of sorts,
your language lush and vibrant
I sip with wild abandon
your intoxicating brew ...

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__Huntress__ 55M/57F

3/29/2006 7:48 am

It's the "Cinnamon Peeler" ... which is fabulous ! Have you ever read Pablo Neruda ?

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__Huntress__ 55M/57F

3/29/2006 3:54 pm

I think you'll enjoy him !

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