Sunday, March 22, 2015

A Green Dream - A Magpie Tale


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A Green Dream

I've dug my way out
from beneath the roots of oak
and scrub onto green
framed sand paved forking
paths to who knows where they go.

Certainly I don't.

I call it "Follow
The Dog" because one of my
youngest memories
was doing just that,
going somewhere new to me
trailing an Irish
Setter who roamed free -
1949 that was.

Now, here, on my own
I've gone to a dream,
a screen atop the expanse
of my current hope.

‎March ‎22, ‎2015 4:21 PM

11 comments:

  1. pleasing to read. my current hope...always end with hope

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  2. Very enjoyable response to the prompt.

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  3. I like the idea of revisiting a path with older and wiser eyes. Nicely done

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  4. Love the memories this evokes in you and me!!

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  5. I love the idea of following an Irish Setter, freely.

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  6. Love that you hold onto the image of hope in the memory of your dog...

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  7. To be sure following the dog down the hill behind UC in Berkeley, through the Uni along Strawberry Creek and into the city beyond is all real. I forget the dog's breed. I got lost following the dog back home because it outrank me in the hills. I tried to find my way but I had never been on the hill above my home so I thought going down the hill meant going away from home. I just lay down on a bench put on the walk for resting - steep hill - and that's where Mom found me. I was two blocks above my house but otherwise right above. I caught He'll for that.

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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