Muir Woods
(California, l968)
Old trees, that is what they were,
So high, they merged with the sky
Almost touched the upper void:
3000-years packed tightly into roots
Soil astronomy never saw; here
Is where (in: 1968) my mother and I
Walked, side by sidedown, its
Old dirt pathway
As ever she strolled along beside me
Without a burden, slowly, a mile an
Hour. End of the roadacross the
Blue bay, laid San Francisco.
Funny how we remember such simple
Afternoons, 30-years in the past, sitting
Here now at El Parquetito, in Miraflores;
Tomorrow, who knows whats next!
#1303 4/5/2006 (written in the afternoon, in Miraflores, Lima, Peru)) at El Parquetito Caf/Restaurant; in 1968, my mother came to visit me from Minnesota, to San Francisco, I was but 21 or 22 years old at the time, and we went to Muir Woods, it was a most wholesome day, and the woods were most enchanting. I remember it being a highligh t of her trip, that she was to spend one week with me, then go south to visit my brother. I remember the woods being cool, and it was a warm day, very warm day. There were several more trips wed experience together: Canada, Jamaica, Mexico and Las Vegas, all wonderful trips. I had discovered, that she was easy to travel with, and it would take me a life time to find another person whom I could travel with without conflict, which was my wife Rosa.
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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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