Ancient Reminiscence
by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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A dozen years ago, I walked into the parts department and asked for an electronic part for a car. It was necessary to get the Vendor Code (A tiny code imprinted on the plastic) from the old part, so we both took off our glasses to look more closely. He looked up, and said, "You write poetry, you ought to write something about a couple of old guys like us who have to struggle to see this tiny print."
Two days later, I took Ancient Reminiscence in to him. He got a tear in his eye, and said, "I've got goose-bumps." It's probably the best review I'll ever get. |
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Ancient Reminiscence
Sit down, my brother,
near the fire, and
let us remember together
the old days,
when we scoffed at the years, and
thought we would live forever.
The days when we ran
with the strength of a pony,
the wind whistling in our hair;
our hearts were drawn
to a maiden's delight,
as a falcon is drawn to the snare.
A sudden silence,
as our thoughts return
to romps with a wild desire;
a tear is reflected
as our eyes return
to the embers of the fire.
Now we retire
before the sun, and
ride our horse at a walk;
and failing eyes
must strain to see
the flight of our brother the hawk.
What is left
of the fire of life,
that we may give to the tribe?
Only the wisdom
of many moons, and
knowledge we have inside.
We tell the young warriors
to appreciate life,
seize opportunity, too, for
as sunset approaches,
we see more regrets of
things that we failed to do.
Dallas D'Angelo-Gary - 96
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| Reviewed by Carol Grace |
10/9/2009 |
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| Love it, love it, love it. One thing I cherish about writing poetry is being able to do just what you did here--taking an everyday occurrence and memorializing it in the written word, and then taking it to the person who inspired the poem and seeing the awe in his or her face. Riding our horses at a walk is my favorite line. Great job. |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
6/9/2009 |
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A warrior never forgets where he has come from, nor where he is going. A spirit warrior doesn't question he just does what he hears and feels.
I like this tender spiritual poem. Thank you for sharing this.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" Moonstone aka Karena, Eagle Medicine Woman |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) |
6/4/2009 |
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| It's better to regret something we have done, than to regret something we haven't done. Great poem!! |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
4/22/2009 |
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Good. I can relate. Thank you. Love and peace,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Anderson |
4/21/2009 |
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| "We tell the young warriors to appreciate life, seize opportunity, too, for as sunset approaches, we see more regrets of things that we failed to do," How beautifully you have expressed this, for they are words filled with truth and so much wisdom. |
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| Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat |
4/21/2009 |
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Dallas,
These are the words of a wise man. I know it must be hard getting older, but you have the wisdom of age nad the gift of sharing it with our youth. Beautifully written.
Mary |
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