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Wise Man On the Hill
Contributed by
ScottJ
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Tuesday, 29th November 2005 @ 04:16:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
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'Old-fasioned' he said, upon the hill
Eyes of smoke, 'old-fasioned', ashes on the hill
I asked him where he'd been.
The lines across his face stretched, he smiled.
I cast my line into the lake and we watched
Hands folded on his lap, his eyes widened
We waited under the shade of the willow
Branches like cords and the woods
Behind us, chortled with the sound of spring
The soft wind brought the leaves up from the ground
Whistling, tossing, snapping, chirping
'Old-fasioned' he said, his angel hair
Grey, thin, and transparent
Wafted to its side and he rubbed his head
And smiled once more, watching
The currents, like sound waves they moved
Pulsing back and force, reflecting gold
A bird came down from the clouds
And perched upon a rock in the water
Pinching its feathers and watching the water
It was then that my fish came
And I pulled back the line and brought it to shore
My grandfather watched and smiled once more.
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Re: Wise Man On the Hill
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by shelby on
Wednesday, 30th November 2005 @ 01:30:33 AM AEST
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such a wonderful write. I could see, hear and feel each moment. This brought back many a happy memory of fishing with my grandfather and father many many times.
A true delight to read and a refreshing way to end this wonderful day!
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