tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761725441375513332024-02-20T22:46:20.564-08:00In search of white wavesH*A*Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637993260920314804noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776172544137551333.post-27054402913082991922008-11-13T08:22:00.001-08:002008-12-04T08:36:54.211-08:00Fairview<span style="font-size:85%;">viii.<br /><br />People change<br />Places change<br />Everything has become<br />Memories<br /><br />This is my final time<br />Upon this island<br />Looking at the water<br />With innocent eyes<br /><br />I approach the end<br />Childhood will become<br />A thing of longing<br />Of the distant past<br /><br />Standing at the end of a dock<br />Under a large green roof<br />I look out across the lake</span>H*A*Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637993260920314804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776172544137551333.post-58843070234263482302008-11-13T08:21:00.001-08:002008-11-24T21:11:55.627-08:00Fairview<div><span style="font-size:85%;">vii.<br /><br />I know what she sees<br />I can see it too<br />As I look across<br />Deep blue water<br /><br />Memories not to be forgotten<br />Never to be relived</span></div>H*A*Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637993260920314804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776172544137551333.post-73504971241097704792008-11-13T08:20:00.000-08:002008-11-24T12:38:09.085-08:00Fairview<span style="font-size:85%;">vi.<br /><br />We set sail from the beach<br />Once occupied with laughter<br />Now dead<br />The water fills the holes<br /><br />The wind dies<br />So does the trip<br />The old man sneers<br />Taking the helm<br /><br />Experience leads nowhere<br />But paddling does<br />I remember canoes capsizing<br />But they have not touched water in years<br /><br />There is a storm coming<br />And darkness falls<br />Race back to the cabin<br />Through the forest<br /><br />Memories fly</span>H*A*Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637993260920314804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776172544137551333.post-5133058331616428792008-11-13T08:13:00.000-08:002008-11-13T08:20:15.020-08:00Fairview<div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">v.<br /><br />The rain refuses to stop<br />Unwilling to let me go<br />Exploring dead trees<br />And wet marshes<br /><br />I run back and forth<br />To the outhouse<br />Made by my father<br />His greatest creation<br /><br />My clothes have become permanently wet<br />Cold and depressed<br />I remember times when children ran around<br />This deserted island<br /><br />Sitting, playing<br />With old toys<br />I look out into the distance<br />Across the open water<br /><br />A boat drives by to deliver The Star</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkXapAscHY3yAY3QQtQcIc7FQxPids3HKFh-N_msMoqBtY1rNnm31TAvOedkNAYDnwXM26v7QEr_LQwQjI3QJecJVLM5unEqB3_cinhp1TPQvwqACThVh7DYD2gb-feTcBl2Xv0ZyXt9wn/s1600-h/n736870483_3866155_905.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268177346578961538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkXapAscHY3yAY3QQtQcIc7FQxPids3HKFh-N_msMoqBtY1rNnm31TAvOedkNAYDnwXM26v7QEr_LQwQjI3QJecJVLM5unEqB3_cinhp1TPQvwqACThVh7DYD2gb-feTcBl2Xv0ZyXt9wn/s200/n736870483_3866155_905.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div>H*A*Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637993260920314804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776172544137551333.post-30666511681264596282008-11-06T07:33:00.000-08:002008-11-06T07:45:19.842-08:00Fairview<div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">iv.<br /><br />We take the little boat to the other side<br />And have to walk through woods<br />To reach an old cabin<br />Filled with arachnids<br /><br />It begins to rain<br />And everything drips<br />I will not know if it is done<br />Until hours after it has stopped<br /><br />The steps to the porch have rotted<br />I must be careful<br />Up into the house<br />Of my early memories<br /><br />The water is smarter than we are<br />It has found more than one door into the cabin<br />Pots and pans ring when catching the drip<br />I stay up all night listening to the bells<br /><br />The fireflies don’t appear</span><br /></div><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl13n-V_hGA23u_3oEpK5CkDVhDfxYDR5eLI976NeiLbwZM1ArksTM-rgSya38GxNN63cErFD7QsJ8ONtfoShoDf41yqOwbGTrs7F9NIgpsMPQxqJIFUO_6e9VaFRZBKg15jPKsB-K-CVs/s1600-h/n736870483_3866135_6552.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265570596789635586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl13n-V_hGA23u_3oEpK5CkDVhDfxYDR5eLI976NeiLbwZM1ArksTM-rgSya38GxNN63cErFD7QsJ8ONtfoShoDf41yqOwbGTrs7F9NIgpsMPQxqJIFUO_6e9VaFRZBKg15jPKsB-K-CVs/s200/n736870483_3866135_6552.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div></div>H*A*Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637993260920314804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776172544137551333.post-24624418781041987272008-11-05T07:36:00.000-08:002008-11-05T07:41:36.281-08:00Fairview<span style="font-size:85%;">iii.<br /><br />Large stones sit like steps<br />To the cabin on the hill<br />Although they are actually traps<br />For broken bones<br /><br />The cabin is tidy<br />The women choose their rooms and are left alone<br />I can only hope they will never meet<br />The cockroach in the sink<br /><br />I look out to Roothog<br />Where the plane went down<br />I hope it never surfaces<br />No one can love a skeleton<br /><br />There is a dog waiting at the door<br />She looks beyond me into the other world<br />I reach to pet her<br />But she rejects my affection<br /><br />Walk away<br />Never look back</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqvqFObB27JY6fkzHzjG8YAO5nXjKXLq27Fr_rcYRODNwEwczeiFsSWIhX66z22z-ttr-XNmYbWPqqU5qxCag99WnUg_A9LdaV4UZpykJXIENxCIdeXdjMGZhlQrxdH4w1fr6SqpA_P3O/s1600-h/n736870483_3866169_4050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265198307262752546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqvqFObB27JY6fkzHzjG8YAO5nXjKXLq27Fr_rcYRODNwEwczeiFsSWIhX66z22z-ttr-XNmYbWPqqU5qxCag99WnUg_A9LdaV4UZpykJXIENxCIdeXdjMGZhlQrxdH4w1fr6SqpA_P3O/s200/n736870483_3866169_4050.jpg" border="0" /></a>H*A*Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637993260920314804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776172544137551333.post-90536673079399155852008-11-04T10:33:00.001-08:002008-11-04T10:41:58.815-08:00Fairview<span style="font-family:times new roman;">ii.<br /><br />On the edge of a great green house<br />That floats carefully on the water<br />Sits a girl who I have not seen<br />Since she was held in her mother’s arms<br /><br />Beside stands a boy<br />Who has grown<br />Since he ran from side to side along the beach<br />Refusing to wear the clothes laid out before him<br /><br />A matured girl<br />Who is almost a woman<br />Stands ready to accept the lines<br />Of the boat edging into the small slip<br /><br />A teenage boy<br />Through the door in the wall<br />Slouches and refuses to speak<br />Unless provoked<br /><br />This is my company<br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lX1t5b1wF78TykYtTmb8mCEz258A1sKO3vh4iv8wOD0GWrP7xqnhsaawuI2I6QpygSWY_KlTsZnpfq_u2GUPZxvksduUmCmiNnGCWdSyRtkFyPLxRpIZQ2DmbL2GicLMBP0EE4Dwzaw0/s1600-h/n736870483_3866163_2549.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264873668157148226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lX1t5b1wF78TykYtTmb8mCEz258A1sKO3vh4iv8wOD0GWrP7xqnhsaawuI2I6QpygSWY_KlTsZnpfq_u2GUPZxvksduUmCmiNnGCWdSyRtkFyPLxRpIZQ2DmbL2GicLMBP0EE4Dwzaw0/s200/n736870483_3866163_2549.jpg" border="0" /></span></a>H*A*Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637993260920314804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776172544137551333.post-35190384087092272892008-11-03T12:57:00.000-08:002008-11-24T12:38:30.692-08:00Fairview<span style="font-family:times new roman;">i.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Standing at the end of the dock<br />Under a large green roof<br />I look out across the lake<br />In search of white waves<br /><br />I pace up and down wooden planks<br />Past bags of luggage and groceries<br />Past the old woman looking blankly into the blue<br />I wonder what she sees<br /><br />Two young men emerge from the white building<br />Carrying sails down to the water </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Their lifejackets hang limp, unfastened<br />What will save them now?<br /><br />I hear the roar of a motor<br />I can see the white waves I longed for<br />As I step from wood to gunnel<br />I smell gasoline<br /><br />What a wonderful smell<br />That of childhood memories</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7yO8pHJ5vJR0JRaE7m24a9Ve0RkSYx2t8Iwuzma4zzQ12BN6Uu20hMjdkJJZ9ki0IBUC51NMfatxxIfCQrMNX2YmdXEHPKW4kMgvkaqFA7FHV3E4GMhXOQ-R5OwupQDraVh3FYjvyxAB/s1600-h/n736870483_3866167_3677.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264540762666099426" style="FLOAT: left; 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