Angeline
Poet Chick
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- Mar 11, 2002
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bluerains said:
well then it must have passed my first apartment on my own after college--right across that bridge on the other side of the river.
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bluerains said:
eagleyez said:Being from northern California, with a city house and another on the Russian River, 70 miles north of the city, all the country kids had bb guns back then. One Christmas I got one and some primal boyhood instinct drove me to hunt innocent critters, mainly birds, but my gun was a piece of crap and I never hit anything.
(I did shoot 3 boxes of xmas ornaments on the day I got it and had it taken away for weeks.)
Then, one spring day I spied a fat noisy California Blue Jay in a 150 foot Douglas Fir tree on a low branch and I shot the poor thing in the side, and it fell, and hobbled on its wing and side into a corner and looked at me, and I threw down my gun and ran to it and brought it home where it bled to death. I was 9 at the time.
My propensity for poetry began at that very moment. I broke that gun over a stone wall that day and still well up with tears some 40ish years later when I think about it.
I marvel at birds and immense trees to this very day. I dont spend any time editing poems, I "shoot from the hip." ( and it shows )
Im an animast deep down and spent twenty years as an arborist, the higher the climb the better. You should have seen the eagle and hawk nests Ive lowered out of dead and dangerous trees. My karmic debt slowly being paid off at the bank. At least I like to keep that thought.
bluerains said:to touch ones of wings in such a level is deep learning indeed...and to find ones feather...is such an enlightning day...to be blessed by the spirit of wings is to soar with eagles...you are blessed dear one...stand on this and be glad you learned such
teaching...blue