Fishin' Lore
*This is an older poem I've just reworked:In memoriam Clarence Alvin Lowry March 22, 1915 – September 5, 1984 There’s a general store in my mind. A counter, high as my chin, is filled with glass jars...
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Brian,What a picture this paints.I used to wait for the school bus injust such a country store. "Wood floors creak, friends come in, voices whittle memories of the gathered with images of dead...
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This is wonderful, Brian. My father had a general store when I was a child. I tugged at his coat many times.
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This poem is alive and breathing and makes the reader feel as if she/he is there. Quite charming. my best, kerri
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Brian, I remember going to such a store with my grandfather. It was a bit of a way to walk but five yr. old eyes were full of anticipation. Thanks for bringing that all back with your words. Dee
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Thank you all very kindly for the warm response to this poem. My dad died in 1984. My thoughts of him have grown more vivid as the years have gone by. Blessings,Brian
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A wonderful trip down memory lane Brian... thank you for taking us there.Regards,Maryse
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Hi Jan,Thank you. No doubt my mind was heavy with nostalgia at the time I wrote this. And, although I'm 51 years old, I will never lose the sense of awe (I tug at my father's coat) that I had/have...
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Hi Brian A beautiful and nostalgic memory. One so gorgeously voiced by your vivid details and subtle personification of those special items in the scene. The ending is marvelous and leaves the reader...
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