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I Can Still Remember Jim
by Duke LaRance

Tuesday, September 30, 2003

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                I Can Still Remember Jim


                Back in the Fifties and Sixties

Not so long ago, really

The American Legion religiously

Literally and figuratively

Placed little white metal crosses

Along the highways

Where accident victims died

Some of those sad, silent stories

Are the clusters of those crosses

Two, four, six and even eight

Imagine, eight lives exinguished

In one horrific split second


Then, for a time

The crosses were not erected

As untold numbers

Perished on those roads

On occasion, families would

Put up those sad little crosses

In memory of loved ones

Even as the older crosses

Succumbed to wind and rust

Other vehicles taking them out

In the particularly bad spots

Along those lonesome roads


And now, someone is putting up

Those little white crosses

Along the roadways again

Two, four, six -- even eight at a time

Grim reminders of sad stories

So terribly many of them

As you drive north from here

Towards the Sacred Lands

So many lives lost

So many families devastated

So many hearts broken

Never to heal


I donít remember Jim all that well

Old friend of my Dadís when I was young

One night after he got all drunked-up

At the local watering hole

Argued with his wife back at the ranch

Jumped into his truck again 

Headed back towards town

But never made it

He crawled out of the wreck

Rolled a Bull Durham

Had a final smoke and

Went dead alone along the road


The county has since straightened out

That stretch of lonesome gravel road

Took out the little curve

That Jim missed that night

But everytime I drive by there

I canít help but peer

Way over by that patch of brush

And see the little cross

Nearly bent over by the wind

Almost covered over with rust

And I can still remember Jim

Even if nobody else ever thinks of him


©2003/duke larance, dba raoul abrasive litanies





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Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen 10/2/2003
The crosses beside the roads...they always catch my attention, I wonder who had died, how they had lived, who they were. I was nearly a cross beside the road near Boulder, CO in 1982, I am so lucky to be alive, to enjoy and learn from the world around me, to love being. Wonderfully sobering piece, Duke, I am glad there are people who think of the people behind the crosses, there is some comfort in that thought.
Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya 10/2/2003
Excellent tribute....BHUWAN
Reviewed by Transcendental Poet (Reader) 9/30/2003
Initially I thought that it is a tribute to Jim Morrison! Well written tribute my friend..Yes, this is a true story and well written...
Reviewed by Vicky Jeter 9/30/2003
I "still remember" not just my parents friends--but both my parents. By the Grace of God when my mother "missed the curve"
she spit a young Oak Tree in two rather than
a person. -- Thankfully, my father finally does not dring and drive today.
Reviewed by Taylor Trenton (Reader) 9/30/2003
Excellent write.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) 9/30/2003
Very moving poetry .
So well done.
Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie 9/30/2003
This was so moving, very well written, I felt this very deeply,

Reviewed by L M (Reader) 9/30/2003
I still remember friends of my Dads also. This is well written.
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