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The Freckled Face of a Girl

~~~ Dappled grey horses sweat crusted and weary hooves drifting dust lift a day passing dreary The harness bells faded reigned in at the rill a cool running brook near the base of our hill ~ My eyes I'm a lad scant older than four brought visions to mind full of wonders in store A wagon decked out like a big city market he lifted the side then he shook out the carpet ~ Our old kitchen door screamed out lack of oil a kettle clanged gently just set on to boil E'er mother's voice shouted "I think it's the Pox the old folks have died I've been digging their plots" ~ "My father's in bed and they won't let me near" the stranger walked by with a smile mussed my hair Went in with a bag full of magic he grows started mixing a broth made with god only knows ~ Tip toed on a box dragged in from the yard through windows he folded gunpowder with lard The screams of my father sent tears to my eyes they rubbed him completely in spite of his cries ~ They fed him the broth a few drops at a time I climbed off the box with his horses in mind "The horses love apples" I turned with a whirl peeking out from his wagon the freckled face of a girl ~ In moments I knew her a lifetime it seemed a most likeable friend who knew all the schemes As father got better t'was time to move on her father a doctor a peddler a con ~ He'd done us a service we could never repay though he sold us an organ an' stool by the way Each year they returned once or twice they dropped by little freckle faced Mary soon the girl of my eye ~ They'd rest a few days with each visit it's true she wrote the best love songs while I wrote the tunes Then one night it happened 'neath moon and the stars consummating a love that would forever be ours ~ He stumbled upon us but said not a word in the morning so early fading echoes we heard Ne'er again did we see them though rumors of peril ... my parents expired to a place 'neath the barrow ~ Five years had surpassed isolation and grief knocked a lamp from the table when I'd fallen asleep The house nearly cinder an' I felt like the fool only item I'd saved was the old organ stool ~ Just sat there and watched till the sun broke the morn in the distance an echo I'd heard years before Then over the rise sweat crusted and weary two dappled grey horses on a day passing dreary ~ The horses reigned in right next to the rill that sweet running brook at the base of our hill A woman climbed down took a step to the glade the dawning day's sun streaming in to pervade ~ A light in my heart jumped a thousand times fold the smile in her eyes and the story's been told The tears fell in rapture though nothing was said embraced now with Mary she'd returned from the dead ~ She unhitched the horses I lifted the side "The years have been kind" I said lifting her pride "Are you my daddy?" I turned with a whirl peeking out from the wagon the freckled face of a girl

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 2/17/2014 9:44:00 AM
Rex, one of the best poems I've read today. SKAT
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Date: 1/22/2014 7:26:00 PM
WOW! That was just such a striking and most beautiful story of love!! It kept me embraced and hope of who once was lost and now has found :) I felt every bit of it :) Absolutely Loved It!!!
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Rex McCoy
Date: 1/27/2014 8:11:00 AM
Thank you Trish... Happy to have brought a smile :)
Date: 1/21/2014 3:45:00 PM
Abeautiful story told in your own style Rex....loved it very vivid imagery
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Rex McCoy
Date: 1/27/2014 8:08:00 AM
Thanks Peter... Glad you liked it :)
Date: 1/7/2014 11:13:00 AM
Hello Rex, , thank you for everything, Congrats for the well deserved win...always~ Linda
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Rex McCoy
Date: 1/7/2014 3:13:00 PM
Thank you Linda... I finally figured out how to reply. Forgive me for being so new to the board. I wasn't sure whether this poem was entered or not, because I can't seem to find where the contest entries are hidden :) this poem is actually a true story, about my great great grand parents... I still have the organ stool
Date: 1/2/2014 8:14:00 PM
Hi Rex, Stopping by with a nice, sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. Wishing you the best when it comes to your poems. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here. Starting with me. SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you like. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND". Hugs* SKAT
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Rex McCoy
Date: 1/7/2014 3:25:00 PM
Hi Skat... Thank you for reading and I'm sure to see your work in my wanderings about the board. I enjoy the writings of others, but seldom write anything myself anymore. Have written a fair few in the past though. :)
Date: 1/2/2014 11:21:00 AM
Hello REX, a cool story, vivid... , I like your first poetic piece on the site ,, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. Dropping by to invite you to my latest contest. You will find the contest page on the top left hand side* -Looking forward in following and reading your poetry. Hope to hear from you soon. You will enjoy the community, we are one big happy family. (Drama & Love. LOL) ~ Take Care!! From: your new poet friend @-> LINDA <-@
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Date: 1/2/2014 11:12:00 AM
- Welcome to P-Soup, Rex !! A very well written poem - :)) - Hope you will have much pleasure to be with us. - Wishing you good luck !! - (Comment on the poetry of others and they will comment on yours). - My first greeting to you from Norway. - I will come back to read more .... another day :) - All the best for the year 2014 ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Rex McCoy
Date: 1/7/2014 3:20:00 PM
Pleased to meet you Anne-Lise... I may not post too much but I like to read and reply to others who've taken the time to write. :)