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Click hereI Miss You
I close my eyes and smell the freshly trimmed grass all around me
The smell of clean damp soil, sweat, and leather rising up through the air
I can almost hear your distant voice guiding your team of horses across the deserted land
Step up Bob, get up. ...... Steady Prince.
I can feel the vibrations of the ground as the plow moves across each new row of soil
The heavy rhythmic steps of the horses fallowed by
The moan and groan of the leather straps as the plow digs into the soil
You smile as you walk along, lost in your thoughts, you adjust your cowboy hat to shield you from the sun
A soft pop from the leathers wakes the horses up; their speed increases only slightly
Prince get up there!
Every time I close my eyes I see you, a restless soul that was lost to the modern age
I close my eyes and am saddened knowing you had to move on
I miss those sparkling blue eyes that became so vibrant each time you spoke of the past
I miss your wrinkled, scared hands that did the jobs of many men over the years
But most of all I will miss your voice that had the power to cut down the biggest man or empower the smallest child
To an original Cowboy, Grandpa I miss you.
Sept. 1922 - Nov. 2010
Grandpa would have been proud to read this . I do agree with chip butty. Beautiful, amazing sentiment. Take it deeper and slightly differently. That having been said - your words bare your heart. Maybe for you - leave it that way. For the rest of us - differ.
The feelings put into this are wonderful but it isn't poetry it's prose with line breaks, but I would be loath to say change it because it is beautiful as it stands
and it aint here! I liked this one the most because it is a snippet. you capture images.
clearly written with love and respect. a lovely celebration of a man's memory.
having said that, this reads as if you've yet to find the poem within the thoughts listed here.
i'm not sure you even need to. perhaps it would be best to let this stand as it is, and don't worry about it being 'a poem'.
if you do want to make it into one, keep all the thoughts, then you need to work on how you want to show us those images linked in with the emotional content.