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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ethel Hurst 1889 – 1918 I saw the town rise up Like a single blade of grass after a spring rain. I played a multitude of hop-scotch games With my best friend Hannah on Penn Street. And sipped a hundred ice cream sodas in the Mercantile at sunset. My mother took me to Jacob’s Grocery every Monday And it was I who picked the plump oranges From the big rickety crate. On Saturdays we worked the fields at Strong’s Ranch, Harvesting the pampas in the walnut fields. And on Halloween I was the girl in the moon-face costume for five straight years. When Christmas brought its luminous lights to the town, Mother dressed me in red with a bell on my bonnet. And father sang the carols with a guitar and a tambourine. I graduated from the big high school in 1907 And in celebration, Rode my bicycle to Bassett Still in my starched graduation petticoats. Jesse Forbes, He being five years younger than I, Was the love of my brief stay on this earth. But when he ventured to steal a kiss that day in Black Canyon, I used my calloused hand to convey my stern disagreement. But what wild regrets I’ve entertained since Jesse drowned that day. In the wild currents by Pio Pico’s crumbling Adobe, His body bobbing like a sea bird In the punishing plume of that old deep river. Beyond the muddy banks and the wild flowers, Jesse Forbes left this life with a surprised frozen grin. Why Jesse? Why? You never knew the truth, my love. You never really understood what I meant When I said nothing. I said No to you when I said nothing that day in Black Canyon, But I really meant Yes. The influenza incinerated my heart and soul With a 106 temperature in the winter of 1918. Twenty nine years I dare say Is nothing in terms of eternal life! I had so much more to do! I had so much more to dream about! I walked and talked on the streets of my town, And on the funeral-dark avenues of my innocent days. And I planned and I schemed And all for nothing!. Indeed, I felt the pulse of fleeting time And the never-ending, Ever-turning circle of endless days. But now I rest here in Clark Cemetery… a virgin corpse Flirting shamelessly with the bow-tie worms, Still wild with regrets. And forever haunted in reverse By the same recurring memory Of Jesse Forbes holding a rose. Under the old oak tree in Black Canyon..
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