Sixty Years Ago

I remember as if it were yesterday
But really it was nigh onto sixty years
Not his face or height or body build somehow
I remember his attitude__character

For his character was one of adventure
One not held to any standard but one of
Freedom of spirit and body and soul __mind
His body showed evidence of this tough 'tude

Over his left eye he wore a strange black patch
Even though he had in his possession a glass eye
He could donn if he wanted to impress__ ladies
In his damaged hand he carried the wood cane

Well first let me tell you about the injured eye
At one time in his life a nail flew backwards
Landed right in that left eye...worked odd jobs 
This character that I remember so well

Then that damaged hand was drawn nearly closed
Another one of those odd jobs__saw milling
Cut that hand nearly into on that huge saw 
Back then there wasn't much a doctor could do

Now the reason for the wooden cane carried
Got drunk one night and crashed his Model T car
Gas spilled everywhere even onto his pants
And he needed to roll his Prince Albert__match

Here was this man  unbroken __ a character
I remember this until now___ sixty years 
Have passed and it is as plain as day to me
He never changed never saw the need__ just died

Oh! I did not tell the rest of the story
I guess that I will have to save that__later
I have responsibilities I have keep
On another day I will tell the last__tale
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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May 20, 2010 at 6:01 PM
Your talent at story telling shines through. You captured me with every word. -Josh
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April 28, 2010 at 7:57 PM
Oh, I was really enjoying this one, and then you got me with the ending! Fantastic write. A real joy to read.
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April 27, 2010 at 6:41 PM
Okay Sara, ..you got me goin'!
Chachere Avatar
April 27, 2010 at 6:34 PM
well thats scary. a nail flying into his eye.oh my gosh. and i don't even want to get started with his hand.he seemed to hide it with the attitude you portrayed him as. now i wonder what the rest of this tale is, i really am thinking, he sounds like a pirate! -Always&Forever Lynette
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April 27, 2010 at 3:00 PM
Terrific poem Sara, the measuring is superb. Its up with your best and beyond. Thank you so much for your emails >> The Highlander
Boy Avatar
April 27, 2010 at 10:29 AM
Chilly on this one did he still work his but off, thank you for your comment.
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April 27, 2010 at 7:18 AM
good job---mom you are getting better.
Sweetheart Avatar
April 27, 2010 at 7:05 AM
Recollection and Reflection all in one beautiful poem.. enjoyed Sara ... u have long to go before writing the ending... luv.. Linda-Marie..
Mehta Avatar
April 27, 2010 at 6:01 AM
A nice recollection. I enjoyed the last quatrain
Jaye Avatar
April 27, 2010 at 5:40 AM
Hello Sara that's a very interesting poem Six Years Ago I was sitting on the edge of my seat I wanted to also write you, and say Thank for reading my work it means a lot to me when another poet sees my work. I hope to be able to communicate with more poets on this site take care, and god bless you Patricia.
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April 27, 2010 at 4:26 AM
poor man, bad luck followed him, thanks Sara for the story, hope to hear the ending soon,..p.d.
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