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“Fairy Hill”

The fog was thick this morning, playing its usual tricks on eyes and minds that weren’t seeing what they usually see.

Sometimes you see ‘other’ things in the fog or on its other side.  Have you noticed how your senses re-act when normal conditions in a certain space are altered  –  like driving to town and it’s blacked out….an eerie feeling enters your mind and body….the norm is not….fear alerts you.

Driving in fog that is up to your windshield is breathtakingly scary…it nearly immobilizes you.  We don’t know what we see….we sometimes try to help our eyes by guessing or thinking we see something….our mind races, knowing not where it’s going or from where it’s  coming…. everything is ‘clouded.’  We fear ‘checkmate.’

Fairy Hill

Foggy mornings, “they’ll”  sometimes show
and if you look real hard, you will see the glow
through the inner logs at the base of the hill,
and don’t be surprised if “one” flies around
and checks the perimeter from the top on down.

One morning I saw her, on the ground, near the road
singing and dancing in a puddle, for a toad,
who didn’t  seem that interested; more bothered, I’d say
‘cause he wanted a drink and she wanted to dance
and wanted him to watch her, though it was taking a chance.

But the next thing I saw was her backing up slow
and pointing her finger at the toad, to go
and get a drink and then get out
‘cause she wanted to get back in and finish her song
which she did, and she waved, as the toad got along.

Then I saw what was fire, at the base of the hill,
and out came a fairy in a bright colored twill
outfit, that glistened and shined so brightly, it blinded
me and when I could see again , there must have been ten
fairies dancing and playing ‘round the puddle, by then.

And, as usual, my camera was too far away
and I thought I saw, Jolie, who I saw that day
when she danced and frolicked to the dragonfly’s beat,
then flew towards the sun when I ran to the stream
perchance to get closer to this recurring dream.

The screech sound was eerie from the hawk up high
who angled down sharply, down from the sky,
toward the puddle, by the road, where the fairies all danced,
now scurrying around quickly to dress and to dry
for their wings that, if wet, won’t allow them to fly.

But then what I saw, I didn’t see any more
for the fog now had thickened right down to the floor
of grass that surrounded the logs on the pile.
And even the puddle, full of life, now was still
and everyone was safe again…. out on Fairy Hill.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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BS Hawk

In an earlier post of mine, “Copying the Hawk Form,” I mentioned how I made things from beer and soda cans, especially airplanes.  But one day, after watching a large prairie hawk fly around, I figured that if I could make airplane wings, I should be able to somehow copy the form of that hawk and, thus, I made that first hawk out of Budlight cans (my avatar at the moment).

In my earlier post “Good Knight,” I show a picture of a knight upon a horse, which I made for a dear friend of mine who has a form of autism.  Now I’m not making anything that will end up at the Smithsonian or anything, but it is fun and  probably nerve settling, to a point.  Nice little hobby if you have patience.

Well, anyways, here are a couple of pictures showing another hawk I just finished for a client and a dragon, that originally was going to be a mermaid.

You have to bare with me….the name of this site is called  The Poet’s Crafts…so I’d better show you a craft…haha

(the Budweiser Select Hawk)

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Spring Is Late

Ever so often, it seems like the days of winter lag longer into the new year.  This ‘lag’ becomes foremost in many a person’s mind, impatient for their dreams of the new summer.

Spring Is Late

Though spring is late in coming by
birds still sing their summer song.
And tree to tree they playfully fly,
though spring is late in coming by.
To Nature’s rhythm, squirrels scamper and cry;
gathering twigs they carry along.
Though spring is late in coming by
birds still sing their summer song.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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Lincoln said…

Abraham Lincoln was the 16th President of these United States and, arguably, our best.  One of his shining moments was on the battlefield at Gettysburg, PA.

Lincoln said

“Fourscore and seven years ago….
our fathers brought forth a new nation,” Lincoln said,
to the gathering on the battlefield who heard him flow
“Fourscore and seven years ago..”
Gettysburg was a Union victory and a crucial blow,
though for thousands of blue and grey, a final bed.
“Fourscore and seven years ago….
our fathers brought forth a new nation,” Lincoln said.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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Where Violets Bloom

Actually, the winter hawk is on his way, though hopefully not too soon.  And when it arrives, I will jump into Spring wishing mode and probably try to put into order memorable thoughts of vivid pictures of that time of year.  One .of those pictures usually includes bunches of violets.

Where Violets Bloom

In wild profusion the violets bloom
beside the reedy brook.
Where weeds and grasses mostly loom,
in wild profusion the violets bloom.
A place of peaceful, spacious room
where butterflies seek and look,
in wild profusion the violets bloom
beside the reedy brook.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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