"There was a kind of plenary indulgence to be gained
in the distant viewing of it's familiar presence."
© Mark W. Ó Brien 2016
Grandfather built this place back in
the 20s barehanded, after he returned from the Great War. After being
in the terrible, muddy, deadly trenches he said he need a lot of open
space with a grand view. His father had willed him a piece of
property that met his needs. His two brothers helped him hauling the
materials in the farm wagons with the work horses Duke, Nipper Otis
and Shelby.
As he got older he would sit in his
lawn chair every chance he got, transfixed, gazing over the fields to
the tall silent mountains in the distance. He didn’t want to be
disturbed.
When grandfather
died he was buried in the field behind the shed along the stone wall
facing the mountains he loved, next to his faithful workhorses Duke,
Nipper Otis and Shelby.
The mountains hover
Watching all that passes by
They will outlast all.
~
© Mike Burke 2017
~
Mike Burke, a blue-collar poet who
winters in the nation’s oldest city and summers in a compound
nestled in the Helderbergs.
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