All the allussions in this poem are to my own works (see Away, Come Away Ladies, Old Poet Most Brazen, Journey's End, Osprey, Poet and Redmule (II), Red Mule, Kewatin,amongst others)
The long and short of this exercise is to say I'm back...
Redmule dancing in the noontide sun;
Redmule laughing in the pouring rain:
Carry me round the world and back again.
Lets ride the “Old Come Along Trail”
Across the Blue Desert of Song
North to where Kewatin blows
Ad the Osprey sings our names.
We can follow the moon along its trail,
and, when the old places pale, we can
boldly gallop along the path of the stars
to places we have not yet dreamed . . .
Redmule laughing in the noontide sun;
Redmule dancing in the pouring rain:
Carry me round the world and back again
John, how happy I am that you 'found' me, so that I can 'find' you... Your words speak of worlds beyond worlds to eyes who see... and there are more of us everyday.
Glad yer back!
hugs,
judith
Has a lot of undiluted joy and freedom in it, John..
Love that...:)
This verse is vital..." to places we have not yet dreamed . " or indeed not yet imagined !
Peter
Wonderful verses, John. Welcome back to the Den, you have been missed.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)
Reviewed on March 19, 2006
Stunning, including ~Lets ride the “Old Come along Trail”
Across the Blue desert of song
To where Osprey sings our my name.
North to where Kewatin blows.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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Glad yer back!
hugs,
judith
Love that...:)
This verse is vital..." to places we have not yet dreamed . " or indeed not yet imagined !
Peter
Peace.
Take care,
Sherry
Across the Blue desert of song
To where Osprey sings our my name.
North to where Kewatin blows.
love joanne
Got a certain beat to it!!
Heee-haa!!
Love Tinka