Quote:
Originally Posted by erikestabrook
I liked the character of our dirt,
it was as rich as can be,
when you got down to it,
it was as fertile as anyone else's round here,
the saying we'd sing,
was that ribbons on a swing,
we'd come to your dirt God,
we lay in what you bring,
I won't be distraught,
if the winter lays me cold,
I'm a ribbon on a swing,
living simply as you told.
|
Dear Erik,
This definitely told a story, as was a journey of sorts, in poetic structure. I especially love the metaphor of the stanza I highlighted, referring to the dirt, had so many meanings, and was classic! I wonder how many "Ribbons on a Swing", can many of us remember from our childhood? That saying has such a homey, warm, and "I am satisfied, and happy" feel to it. As if to say, "My family and I are blessed, and proud of our simple life". With each member contributing a square patch on your "Generation Quilt". I loved this write Erik. It was different for you, as I believe you rarely scribe about your family life, so this is an exclusive write! I enjoyed this very much Erik, and thank you for sharing.
{{{{{~~~***KIM***~~~}}}}}
