Hiding in the hay
me a terrified little boy
& my uncle like a terrified little boy
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I love you as a poet but you're gift as a storyteller is just as potent. Your ability to evoke the past and conjur it up for us so that we live it second by second with you is wonderful to behold. And this is so touching...when you wipe away your uncle's tear and fear with a dirty sleeve...my heart sobbed. I love the fleeing from the realness of reality and how you become the mythical legendary centaur. so beautifull and so sad...I find myself saying always the same words...sad and beautiful... beautiful and sad...I'm running out of combinations to put them in. As always this is a love poem and it overwhelms the heart of the reader with the intensity of the love in your heart. a beautiful poem GinaXXX
Oh this is so...touching. It's such a lovely love poem...for an uncle! Your awareness of his fears and of yours and the retreat from strangers and becoming a legend in your own holiday roaming through the fields on his shoulders as if you had merged into one and become that Greek mythical creature...I can see it all so clearly through the lens of your words. It's such a beautiful tale. And when you wipe that tear away...! After the heartbreak of the baby poem I thought I'd be safe with this one...but this 'one' made me cry just as much. The beauty of it has made me sad...this world of yours. Dee Dee