Friday, May 14th, 2010...11:39 pm
Ancient
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The little mountain town
hill behind Horsefly Road
where a white trail horse took me
(they named him Chalk)
seems as recent as the gravel
driveway and the tennis balls
Grandpa throws for his yellow lab,
Molly Brown.
But Grandma’s country
voice told us, up on their side
of that hill, we could turn over
rocks and shale, and maybe we’d find
a fossil.
And I know the hill
behind Grandma and Grandpa’s
is ancient.
Photo: fossil found near my in-laws’ place
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.
(Genesis 1:1)
(A High Calling Blogs Random Act of Poetry, for the prompt to write a poem about an ancient place.)
...to Know-Love-Obey God
8 Comments
May 15th, 2010 at 7:13 am
I love the white horse, the trail, the juxtaposition of now and then, the shell from long ago in the photo…
May 15th, 2010 at 12:42 pm
great imagery,
except for thinking your past is becoming ancient.
or was that just me? feeling old today
May 20th, 2010 at 10:28 pm
trilobite? our little valley is an ancient river bed. people tell me they are all over around here. I’ve never looked for one, so i don’t know. but it’s pretty cool to think it: ancient life, all over my backyard.
May 21st, 2010 at 11:12 am
it makes me think
“oh …yeah, the whole earth is ancient!”.
cool poem.
May 21st, 2010 at 11:36 am
I love this! A grand story with but a few splendid words.
Blessings.
May 21st, 2010 at 11:36 am
ted’s poem,
it was personal, and simply wonderful.
and…in writing it and sharing it with us, he has shared himself and the Love that comes with communing.
having ted take part reminds me of two things, how special all of you are…and the importance of listening.
May 21st, 2010 at 12:09 pm
monica, i’m sorry…i had several pages open and thought i was commenting on hcb.
May 21st, 2010 at 12:55 pm
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