It’s a romanticized picture
hanging on my dining room wall,
1907 lumberjacks,
one perched atop lumber stacked tall.
It’s winter, and they have a sled
pulled by two horses, looking bored,
twelve-foot pile of logs they pull,
one teamster with long reigns aboard.
It’s somewhere in the wilderness,
the nothing of northern New York,
four men on foot stand alongside,
dressed in wool for cold winter work.
One holds an axe, that one looks young,
all wear bootpacks over their pants,
with hats and mustaches of old,
looks like a job for a real man.
The trees are dyed in sepia,
the colors are gradings of gray,
it’s the type of nostalgia that
just takes a worried mind away.
Compared to typing on a screen
it seems quite appealing to me,
then I stop and remind myself
most of them never reached sixty…
Categories:
gradings, history, horse, imagery, nature,
Form: Rhyme
We live in a day and an age
where morals in movies are a lack
as anything goes in the big screen
seeing good family values under attack
The days where gradings meant something
are no longer part of the movie scene
so sad to see how far we've fallen
thinking what used to have been
Children of today have no protection
their young hearts so innocently tender
being torn open to today's morality
having no resilience not to enter
There's no taboo's nowadays on screen
given a PG or 13 no difference makes
where is the days when modesty ruled
man has lost his way forever aches
A movie that will cause no blush
that would be something so rare
but may keep your soul intact
so to walk in a pure clear air
(Just some thoughts on todays movies and their effect on society and how film gradings of PG, 13 ect seem to not bear any connection to the movies they represent. Its getting more and more difficult to find a movie that all the family can watch with no embarrasment.)
Categories:
gradings, family, film, life,
Form: Rhyme