My Old Pop
by Jeanette Cooper
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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My grandparents and my dad lived back in a time when even a radio was a luxury. They were the greatest storytellers I've known, and perhaps it's from them that I get my love of telling stories through writing.
My Old Pop
In that little shack you see
Out there in the bay
Me and my old Pop came there
Nearly every weekend we’d stay.
We’d fish out of the windows,
We’d fish out of the doors,
We’d fish off the rough-hewn dock
We’d fish along the shore.
If lucky, we’d catch enough fish to fry
At the end of a long hot day,
Then we’d lean back in our lawn chairs
And look out across the bay.
We’d watch the seabirds swooping low
Diving for fish as quick as a sigh,
Calling out their strange bird calls
White wings floating against a lovely blue sky.
My old pop had a memory like a recorder,
And loved to tell stories about his life
He told me a story grandpa told to him
Of how grandpa chose grandma for his wife.
(He bid for her basket at a picnic.)
Pop talked about his life as a boy
When the entire family worked the farm
Hard work and few returns, he said,
Cold winters when the old fireplace kept us warm.
We had wonderful vegetable gardens, he added
And lots of fine nourishing food to eat,
But cattle were very important for their milk
So poultry and pork were served for our meat.
Twilight slowly slides to dusk
Darkness with a million stars create a glorious sight
Mosquitoes begin feeding on our arms and face,
Making it time to say goodnight.
Let me tell you another story, Pop mutters from his bed,
From my cot I listen to his voice so deep,
My mind forming pictures and images from his words
Until I fall fast asleep.
Let me tell you another story…
I hope you’re still telling your stories--
to the angels!
I love you…
© 2007 Jeanette Cooper
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|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|A FANTASTIC WORK...A WONDERFUL, WELL DONE TRIBUTE TO YOUR FATHER, WHICH MAKES ME THINK OF MINE. HE WAS A FINE SOUTHERN GENTLEMEN...MY OLD POP, WAS. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
The ending on this made tears well! What I like about this most is how it shows another side of you. You look so elegant in your picture. It's hard to imagine you fishing...lol! I love fishing, too, and I think wonderful memories are created in that waiting time. You prove that true with this piece. Live well:)
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|A warm and comfy story about your Pop. I love the verse about fishing out the windows and the doors!
Really enjoyed reading it!
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|Such a beautiful write my dear friend...thoughts of those awaiting us on the other side keeps us pressing on...and our memories that cannot be taken away are the best treasures one can have! Loved this, my family was raised just as yours was, hard but with much love and radio a pleasure and the best entertainment around! My mamaw was the storyteller...loved this walk down memory lane!
|Reviewed by Laura Mayer
|Lots of good memories here Jeanette, they will be forever memorialized in your beautiful poem.
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
A poetic feast serving ambrosias to please Erato and Minerva, and all the guests readers of "My Old Pop".
I salute You Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|I bet your pop has told many a story
Great ones for sure..
Thanks for stopping my way..
|Reviewed by Donna Quesinberry
|nothing better than a "real" pop
|Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
|Oh I love the presentation! The times with your old pop are forever embedded...What a wonderful way to fall asleep!
Love and Peace~
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Wonderful recollections that last forever. Great poem.|