I am bentfeather- I changed my user name some years ago to soaring feather.
It is so nice to hear from you, thank you. Please feel free to post away.
Forgetting the Line of Time
The pages shift in memory of
happy times as kids
hunting down the rabbits
is what my brother did
Mom would make a pot of stew
we all would partake
and grateful for the meal we had
we bowed our heads in Grace.
We explored the creek than ran
through the pasture green
in Fall we’d fling those cow chips
a farmer’s kid’s baseball
and if one got hit,
it was no fun at all.
We stepped on dried Thistle heads
the pain was sharp and long
the old Burdock heads would cling
to clothes and hair and dog.
We walk the pasture with much care
looking for milkweed tall
oft times there would be a butterfly,
not yet fully formed
the green chrysalis, a marvel to be sure
a gift and wonder to behold
as nature did her work
and taught the chrysalis to be
a Monarch Butterfly.
Soaring Feather
2007
Good grief, I have been looking for Bentfeather. I inadvertently had you killed off. Sorry about that. I feel bad. It is like getting the newspaper and reading your own obit. I guess Sam Clemmins said it best. Anyway, I will try to post a few poems. By the way, I am not yet dead, either. So.....we are in good shape.