Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Thursday August 10, 2010 The Pink House by the Bay



http://themethursday.blogspot.com/2010/08/thursday-august-12-2010-palm-link.html

I am reminded of the Pink House by the bay,
Cary and Kathleen, gentleman and anything but a gentlelady,
Summer breezes blow,
Onie and Jo, soul of the whole shebang,
Lash your trusty companion,
And Hondo without the sense to get out of the road.
Fig trees blossom in spring,
...Palm trees rustle in gentle breezes.


Places to wonder, places to hide.
Billiards upstairs, trunks and wardrobes.
Colorful flowers bloom across the green,
Manicured lawn,
Racing to the water's edge,
The long pier, just right for fishing.
A summer home for the family,
...Palm trees rustle in gentle breezes.


They used to walk the cow down to the bay,
Thirty miles or more,
So there would be fresh milk for the children,
Later a full-time home.
All of the old folks were gone,
And now we are gone, too.
...The palm trees rustle in gentle breezes.

We returned from the honey moon,
I was sitting in the car,
You returned a boy,
Left me with my luggage to enter the family home, alone.
...The palm trees rustle in gentle breezes.

Over the years, each day passed,
Each night,
Things slowly changed.
We wrapped each other in love,
Giving all that we had,
In the best way we knew how.
Now it is only a memory,
...The palm trees still rustle in gentle breezes,

And I wonder do they ever think of us?

7 comments:

  1. i think they do remembering you as how you were before...loved your poetic story telling...smiles. happy tt!

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  2. Interesting that the people change and come and go, but the trees remain, always seemingly calm and untroubled.

    The last line reminded me of the Fred Neil song about Dolphins:

    "Sometimes I'm just sittin' 'round, dreamin' 'bout Saturday's child

    And all about the times...we were runnin' wild.

    I've been thinking 'bout the dolphins in the sea

    Oh sometimes I wonder...do they ever think of me."

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  3. Beautifully said...I would wonder if my childhood home has a memory...instead of a little gray house it now wears bright orange paint!

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  4. guess we think - and write more about the palm trees than the other way round...i think we should challenge them with a writing competition like "your view of humans from a lofty height..." smiles

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  5. Charming. I was captivated by the image of walking to cow thirty miles down to the bay.

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  6. What a lovely piece. I'm loving the imagery here. Happy TT!

    Theme Thursday: Palm

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