THE HERON'S FARE
Page Five
...and, again, please scroll through these
pictures and few writings; while cautiously
watching out for the gateway to come on a future
page seven, and the landing site with documents,
people and...
( 5a )
Leaves
Leaves, so lovely,
scattered across the grounds, as they are,
with Autumn's various colors
within them crisply baked…
Why can't they cover the earth
from the eye so far as not
to ever have to be raked ?
( 5b )
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Links List
- Farahay's from The Heron's View...Cedar Art 1
- Cedar Art 1
- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW
- The Heron Hunts
- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW, Two
- The Heron Rises
- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW, Three
- The Heron's Love
- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW, Four
- The Heron's Creation
- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW, Six
- The Heron's Rest
- Farahays'
- Alaskan Stories
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( 5c )
PATH OF THE STEPCHILD
Just once to be but left alone
Without the doubts of another.
Just once to hover free myself
And myself let become some other.
To walk alone on trackless lands
With hands ill-tried untied to try
To work the ways of freer thoughts
Though damned by my own selfish wroughts.
To but escape one mind and find,
In time, that mind of another,
One soul of which I've been denied
While I've defied what truth insist.
Creating face for one myself
While here his blood, so thick, persist.
Yet, I knew not of this till now
As I break, now, away from her
Unsure unto a barren land…( 5d )
ALASKA
A land whose soul's not soiled but pure
A land that's barren save for hearty fir
A land that's hard as rock can be
With trees as hard's the rock they part
To reach some crisp, cool splash of spray
To rain each rock with dampness gray
A land aligned with chilling sea
A land alluring destiny
A land that feeds the fit and fells the weak
A land where all alone are left
With voice aloud with God to speak( 5e )
( 5f )
The Pipe-Line Worker
He sold his soul on the icy slopes
For a dollar and a beer,
A girl with material whims,
And an old man's tale of cheer…Well, the old man drank his beer,
And borrowed the kid's last buck
Then told him, that with luck,
Summer'll be here for a week next month,
But who knows about the girls….( 5g )
( 5h )
THE RIVER A great, gold river
Wound around and to the right
Continuing calmly on into the cool night
Of the passing day's dark hours
Catching, soon, the moon's noon showers
Of silver ripples reflected from
The wrinkled leaves
Of darkly shadowed trees
Stretching and struggling up
For the light above the tallest…
Drowned in darkness still, and until
The dawn may pour down and through
And onto the rich, black earth beneath…
Entangled there with
The thickly gnarled knees
Of those twisted trees
Pressing for
The dampness deep, deep below.And still, that great, gold river
Never ceased to steadily flow
Straight into the sun's first, soft glow
And on, until…
That fiery rim did fully show.
And only then
Did that great, gold river turn
Like a fleeting wind's wisp may churn
When that glaring sun turns, too,
The dew of each wrinkled leaf
To a lustrous gold
And each tree, for a while,
Into a crimson tower
Awaiting the sun's following hour
When each leaf would be bared to green again…
Finding that great, gold river winding
Around and through and onto
The nearest fall's high crown,
Then quickly from sight sliding down
Before that same sun's light
Might change it's gold to muddy brown.( 5i )
Rafting The Rolling Floodwaters of 1993( 5j )
TUNNEL VISION
I feel too old and tired to run away...
too lost to even look for greener pastures.Still, ev'ry great, once-in-awhile, a bouquet
of bright flowers be-devils my ignorance...
dancing into my life with laughing color.They light-up my eyes enough for me to see
wee dreams glazed from tunnels of reality.Glazed, they may well be life's mirrors reflecting
the love and friendships that have enveloped us...
pushed, carried, coddled, and yet, look to us.Without such love, we may not appreciate
those bright bouquets dev'lishly teasing our gray.Smooth, with moves and sounds so round and beautiful,
we here, fear temptation's touch may break their glaze.
Weeping, we gaze as snowflakes raze their petals.Am I too old and tired to turn away fear...
to hold bouquets and make tunnels disappear ?( 5m )
...a student work by m.l. farahay
(in wax pencils on construction paper) ofGHIRLANDAJO'S
"Old Man With His Grandson"
( 5n )
Precursors of Spring and Summer
Precursors of Spring and Summer
Survive their Falls and Winters well...
Enough for us to take our guess
To how much snow and cold will blow
When hornets nest in highest eaves
And leaves turn orange from yellow.When dark, gray clouds build heavy in
The peaks of day to lay like night,
I'll put a dollar down to say
Some precipitation's coming...
When hummingbirds hide out of sight
And 'lectric jumps in cracking lights.I love the way her flowers lay,
Light islands in the middle of
This changing season's flood of thought.
Her eyes so bright with excitement,
All years and miles erase in her smiles…
Precursors of Spring and Summer.m.l. farahay 9/10/99
( 5o )
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- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW, Five
- The Heron's Fare
Copyright Michael Lee Farahay
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