Just Another Steinbeck Summer

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Grandpa finally got gas lights
that cast sharp relief on his craggy
features and shone a silhouette
of forehead mesa, nose spire
and a chin plateau on the plank
panelled wall behind his snores.
"Of Mice and Men" laid flat
against his slumbering chest.

The tuneless hum that comes
from an age before the electronic
buzz polluted silence, snuck
into the cottage summer and Granny's
throat like the chirp of tiny
tree toads hiding by the wood pile.
As if that would save them
from the stalker kitty with a tase
for moths and amphibian songsters.

I miss the trek back to the farm
yet stories of the stubborn horse
that pulled the plough through soil,
laid thin on continental shield,
still reign the night; when Coleman
lanterns cast shadows on the walls
and snores as soft as kitten paws
sneak into the quiet summer night.

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5 Comments
demure101demure101over 11 years ago
Great -

Thank you.!

tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
FROM THE DIARY AT THE FARM

while growing and maturing, TK U MLJ LV NV

fridayamfridayamover 11 years ago
This is

gorgeous and so evocative. A delight to read aloud.

HarryHillHarryHillover 11 years ago
Excuse me but

I'm sure (99.6547%) I've read this before. Hard to miss that line, 'stalker kitty with a tase(ste) for moths and amphibian songsters.

Liked it then, still do

twelveoonetwelveooneover 11 years ago
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it's things like this

...Granny's

throat like the chirp of tiny

tree toads hiding by the wood pile.. (liked)

actually you have proximity ambiguity , first read looked like a comparison to granny's throat, but grammatical trace back, shows it to be the tuneless hum. this is the kind of writing (with good cause) they warn you about because it is unclear. This is the thing that lawyers and poets exploit...lawyers bad...poets good.

mentioned in empson. like it