Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. Feb. 21-22-23-24, 2005

2-21-05 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear, Billie

[NicknamedBob]

I'm home, fighting for control of the computer.

I only have one additional poem for my trip. I'll put it up in a bit.

[NicknamedBob]

Gnarled

The hands reach out, once more again,
Adept at dealing with tasks at hand.
Gnarled, and twisted, but so strong,
And used to setting right what’s wrong.

Could he have been a surgeon? No,
Though dextrous, these fingers were not so,
With delicate strength of fine control,
And subtle movements in a larger whole.

His were the hands that swung a pick,
Or axe, and metal tools held by a stick,
The swinging arm, the muscles bunched,
No music from the things he crunched.

He beat the world down all around,
To make his place, and stand his ground.
No task was easy from his birth,
His was a world of stubborn earth.

And yet, in gross examples of his art,
He showed the love deep in his heart.
His strength was guided in its course,
By limits to the use of force.

And when the oak was split, and planed,
He felt the smoothness that he’d gained.
Removing roughness was his art,
He practiced it upon his heart.

He could have held a wolf at bay,
And yet I well recall the day,
His little dog was taken ill,
The tears from every eye did spill.

And though his strength was that of ten,
He could not work his magic then,
No tools he had would fill the bill,
His gnarled and twisted hands lay still.

The roughness of the world struck back,
And proved that it could still attack.
How like a splinter one small pet,
Will not allow one to forget.

His work is done now, his hands rest.
It’s now my turn to pass the test.
I’ve set out on my own grand quest.
His work is done now. His hands rest.

NicknamedBob . . . . February 20, 2005

[international american]

Good job, Bob.

[international american]

The water is only 20 feet from my front door!

[NicknamedBob]

It's a good thing you chose the twentieth floor!

[international american]

2 more days like this and the ocean could be in my living room.

[international american]

BRAVO!

[international american]

UM...2nd floor.

[NicknamedBob]

I've got extra room available here.

Leave the rain.

[JustAmy]

Isn't it time for those teenagers to be in bed??? **grin**

[international american]

ROTF, I am only half kidding. 2 more days like this, and this place could well flood. The ocean is licking the sidewalk, which is right in front of my place.

[NicknamedBob]

It's gotten quiet around here. Maybe I'd better check...

Yep, everything's okay. I love this quiet time of day.

[NicknamedBob]

Rain doesn't make the ocean rise. Are you sure your anchor is still holding?

[JustAmy]

Excellent!!

Thank you, NnB, for sharing your talent with us.

[tuliptree76]

Happy Presidents' Day to you too.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hiya Tulip. How's Winston doing?

[tuliptree76]

He's doing fine.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Good.

Not my favorite singer, but the only one I found.

Guantanamera.

[international american]

There have been 2 storms at sea in the past 4 days (on Fox News earlier today), and another is due tonight.

[international american]

Bump To The Bob !!