Family History

Utah JayStarred Page By Utah Jay, 23rd Nov 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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On the old family homestead there is a tree out back by the old ditch and no one remembers a time when it wasn't there.

Family History

Keeping the Peace

He was not ready today
to put his tools away.
He was searching
for something more in the sunshine,
something warm, and smooth,
something alive, but even in this thoughts
he was lost
and he knew not why.

Was it by desire alone, he thought,
that he wanders through the back lot
looking for something
that his heart could feel,
the touch of cold steel,
the cold dropped forged hammer,
the saw, and the nail
to build a house safe and sound
for his children, and his love?

This Was Love

No, this is not the way he thought,
for this was for love
and out of love.
Love for his children and his heart.
Love he thought as he touched
the scarring of his hands,
his knuckles torn,
his knees worn,
his empty mind lost in its shell, but

not to see her through the open window,
not to pass her through the shadows,
but to feel her with him,
inside of him, inside of his dreams,
like something warm and smooth,
something real, something alive.

The Nesting Place

One day long ago
in the cold and empty years
in the long grass out back,
out by the old west ditch
where grandfather’s water used to flow
they loved
and his seed fell into her
and it began to grow
and at the same time
and a little seed
from somewhere unknown
fell into an empty hole.

In a few months
his lady began to show
and little green leaves
popped up in the sunshine
and they began to grow,
and love kept her here,
and love sprouted by the green grass
and there it grows
up, and up, and up it goes
into the sky
until the magpies find nest in the branches.

Love Grows in the Bones

And the children grow old.
And the house grows old.
And the love gets deeper in the bones
of Grandfather and Grandmother
and no one, no one remembers
when the tree wasn’t there…No one.

He Comes

And now he comes
with his saw-toothed wares
sharp as steal and ready for death
searching for something in the sunshine
by the long grass
to hide his life in
and knows not why.


All photos by uTAH jAY but something in the sunshine which is from face book.

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Family, Family History, Family Life, Family Story, Love, Love And Soul, Loved, Loved Ones, Tree Of Life, Tree Spirits, Trees

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author avatar Utah Jay
I have been writing since the beginning of time it seems, not because I want to write, but because I have too. My favorite form of writing is poetry, all kinds and types of poetry.

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author avatar Utah Jay
23rd Nov 2014 (#)

Than you Mark.

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author avatar Fern Mc Costigan
24th Nov 2014 (#)

Awesome poem and always my pleasure my friend, cannot wait to taste your dish maybe one day!

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author avatar spirited
24th Nov 2014 (#)

I always search for something more in the sunshine of your poems too.

I always find it by the end, but I know not what it is.

I feel it!

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author avatar Utah Jay
24th Nov 2014 (#)

spirited, I believe that is the best comment I have ever had. Thank you so much.

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author avatar spirited
24th Nov 2014 (#)

well, I felt it particularly in this poem, Utah Jay.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
24th Nov 2014 (#)

A good poem with nostalgic thoughts. You have a good imagination. However, it needs a bit of tweaking. For example,his lady began to show began- here began repeated.

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author avatar Utah Jay
24th Nov 2014 (#)

Thanks gain spirited.

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author avatar Utah Jay
24th Nov 2014 (#)

Thank you for pointing that out, GV, I will fix it.

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author avatar Utah Jay
24th Nov 2014 (#)

Look what I have done, forgot my friend Fern, but that does not mean this friend any less dear. Thanks Fern.

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