Grandpa’s Gun
March 9, 2010 at 6:06 pm | Posted in Verses | 8 CommentsOn a wall of my father house
A place so dear to me
I gaze up at old grandpa’s gun,
His hands I still can see
I feel the cold and the winter sun
The bite of frost and fields
I think of all the game it felled
To make his family’s meals
The stories he would tell me
with a blink, a wink or smile
Tales of old and of older men
their deeds out in the wild
The hardships of a life back then
How each shot, a chance enabled
The goal not of a trophy
But furnish for the table
I hearken to a simpler time
A freedom now not known
A connection to ones nature
Of fields and meadows blown
It might be just a relic
Tarnished, worn and old
But for me it is my history
With a value more than gold.
Thank you SuziCate
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Beautiful…love this. Do you write much poetry? If so, you might be interested in this http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/03/10/thursday-poets-rally-week-9-march-11-17-2010/
Comment by suzicate— March 10, 2010 #
I like to play around with it. I am afraid my version of poetry is rather simple in construction but I do like to toy with word and phrase, especially when the subject is close to me.
Thank you, I am happy to like it.
Comment by 20milesfromnowhere— March 10, 2010 #
…oh yeah, thank you for the link too.
Comment by 20milesfromnowhere— March 10, 2010 #
You’re welcome…keep writing.
Comment by suzicate— March 11, 2010 #
Love this post/poem. Objects can stir such emotion and memory.
Comment by Jane— March 12, 2010 #
Um….Dwayne…..these just keep getting better…..maybe it’s because it’s raining outside and that always puts me in a bit of a somber mood, but this one actually moved me to tears…..no joke.
Beautiful.
Comment by Kathy Pierce— March 12, 2010 #
lots going on here. i relate to the gun image as on of my dad’s guns (a pistol of some sort) is now owned by my cousin. its the same gun he managed to shoot himself in the heel with when in training to be a VA state police, if I remember correctly. Visited the cousin a couple of years back and saw and held it for the first time since I was like 5 years old (not that I held it then, but you know!). It resonates. I always look forward to seeing what you do next.
Comment by karal— March 13, 2010 #
Wow! Love this! Brings to my mind some wonderful childhood memories – thank you this very heartwarming post!
Comment by klmx2— March 16, 2010 #