Robert Frost and Edward Thomas

[fdelano]

Robert Frost and Edward Thomas

 

Those two were not recognized poets

 

then, just before the first war, but took

 

great pleasure in walking the fields

 

and woods, commenting on the art

 

of what they saw. Thomas was pulled

 

to the war, who knows why, but did

 

not survive his first run at battle.

 

 

 

A learned friend and I walked together

 

in a similar fashion, seeing and commenting

 

on every unique thing or phenomenon,

 

especially those that were new each day.

 

John was pulled to the ideals of the Democratic

 

party, and I to none, at least in public. We did

 

agree on Monet and Van Gogh and tried to match

 

their impressions on the wonders of our road.

 

 

 

The road now is like the tree falling that nobody

 

hears. We know even the weeds and the taste

 

of cress near the spring house. The barn and silo

 

and cattle awaiting their fate in the holding pen,

 

the warm welcomes of the few farmers left

 

and desire to stop their duties and gab for as long

 

as we wanted.

 

 

 

One of us had edited the local bugle, the other only

 

knew what he liked, but both gained from the other

 

while watching their feet as they put one in front

 

of the other. One wrote, the other edited and sometimes

 

rebuffed a shoddy attempt or when the words rang

 

false. Both now too infirm to relive those days,

 

but still knowing the feel and luxury of owning

 

everything we saw and shared.

Edited August 8, 2011 by fdelano

[dr_con]

A marvelously reflective piece- That holds my scattered attention- really enjoyed!

 

DC&J

[Benjamin]

Hello Franklin. I enjoyed the parrallels you drew and the laid back presentation. I envy you having at close hand such a friend; for friendship is one of the things of most value that age cannot rob us of. Geoff

[eclipse]

i agree-a very good piece of work