I remember---fondly!
Home is where the heart is; for a ragtag kid intent
on living every instant, each nuance, new dawn,
mid-morning, noon, afternoon, evening, full moon
night, mid-night dreamin', wild fantasy-times the
big wide world opens wide---in a small venue.
We weren't "poor"; I always had more than I needed;
much more than I deserved. All "good" things like
food, shelter, clean clothes, school, church, love.
No kid could have desired more. From my earliest
memories, somehow, I found Faith! Family! Freedom!
Home was my castle, refuge, harbor, redemption, salvation.
We lived in a small mid-western town, everybody knew
everybody; if I transgressed, even a little, somebody told
my dad; he well-knew how to discourage "delinquency".
Outside of "home", I had two more "safe" havens:
a fishing club, Fox Lake, and, my grandparents farm.
I learned to fish at the lake; to hunt at the farm.
These experiences spawned a loving respect for
Mother Nature, her simple moods and sacred ways.
The barn at the farm was, indeed, my friend.
Within the confines of its seemingly huge interior,
I honed an abiding curiosity for the rhythm-of-life;
in seven decades that value has blossomed into
understanding which I often write about.
So? I am enamored by the life-experiences of a
simple youthful life imparting a humble outlook.
Of the five human senses, smell is alleged to be the strongest.
Today, any time I experience inhaling the pleasant odors
of a barn, I smile at the loving memories of my youth
spent on those many occasions at "The farm".
Certainly, these memory-conditions endear horses to me.
Yeah! I am a "hopeless-romantic" dreamer---complete!
Never amounted to much in the material-world; guess
the truth of that admission is that I never aspired to do so;
a contemplated focused purposeful celebrated conclusion.
(I've had my moments; made a few bucks; spent a lot more.
All in all, I am humble, simple---and...extremely satiated.)
Yeah! I'll take my memories---and, virtue...Faith! Family! Freedom!
Thank you! Life!
Amen!
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