Friday, August 27, 2021

Woodcraft (JM)

  



(Joseph MacRae, published in Writers At Play Presents: Our Legacy, edited by Daisy Barrett-Nash, Equal Arts, 2022. Also published in Writers at Play Presents: The Art of Letter Writing, edited by Daisy Barrett-Nash, Equal Arts, 2023. From August 27, 2021, feast day of Saint Monica (mother of Saint Augustine), Blessed Gabriel Mary (confessor to Saint Jane of  Valois, founder of the order of the Annonciades), and Saint Caesarius of Arles. Image from here.)


Woodcraft


Now it’s the deer paths you want to follow, if you can.

At any rate a nice easy road. No need to chop and huff 

(and how long it took this logger's head to see this).

Like the trails on Mary's Peak, where I hike now.


But make your offering first. 

Tobacco, or chocolate, or song. 

Ask permission of the people of the forest 

to enter their land. Ask them to guide your way.

To protect you.


Nessmuk would understand.

Though he lived and walked

the woods many years before me,

as an adolescent I read his book.

A gift from my Father.

He became my mentor,

he showed me,


Enjoy your days hiking, and 

exploring the woods,

and camping out. 

Travel lightly, 

remember:


you didn’t come into the woods

   to “rough it”, you came into

      the woods to soften it.


              So enjoy it. 




**From prompt: Ponder the life lesson(s) that have meant the most to you. Freewrite about the setting where learned them, the person learned them through and his/her characteristics, the way the lesson(s) were imparted, the impact the lesson(s) have had upon you. Underline striking lines, bring in more sensory detail, and notice if a theme word or line emerges to repeat. Then craft into a poem. From Daisy Barrett-Nash’s Legacy Poetry, July 28 and August 4,  2021; revisited and revised September 8, 2021.

 


Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Not In the History Books (JM)

  

(Joseph Macrae, August 25, 2021)


Not In the History Books 

(but they should be)



1. Miss Essie Heals the Feud



Miss Essie was mean as a messy drunk

personality like a copper head snake,

the matriarch of the Sumners clan in Appalachia. 

Uneducated, self righteous, thieving mountain folk.

Always tryin’ to start trouble with me and mine.


92 & hard as nails,

in her broad brim straw hat

and floppy loose clothes

she looked just like a scarecrow.


Tried to run me off the mountain she did.

Mean as the hills was Miss Essie.


Put a hit on me.

"Now don't come home", she told boy Daryl

“till you've blown him off the mountain",

They were kinda scared of me though, they knew I could shoot good.


One fine night she hiked herself up on the hood of my car,

In her nineties she was. Didn't have any hips.

On this fine night she twanged,

“Y'all drink a beer with me Jo, I got something to tell youins.

We can’t be fuedin’ no more cause weze kin folk.

You and Daryl is re-lat-ed.”


The trouble ended right here.

Who would have guessed the

peacemaker, lurking there.


No more need to pray.

No more fuedin still, come what may.


Now we call on Miss Essie when peace looks to flee. 

Old timers that you won’t find in the history books but they should be,

Capture the colours that might get washed out by the rain, carry them on again.


2. Good Golly Miss Molly


Learned when you’re young, you like to make fun of eccentric people.

But when you get to my age you understand.


As a girl she had long brown hair down to her waist.

In a Halloween photo she was cute, it softened me to her.

Big fur coat, bright red hair, loner, paranoid, frugal – burned 25 watt light bulbs.

She had money but you’d never know by her clothes.


Oregon her home,

An ordeal to leave the house,

“What if there’s a nuclear explosion,

We have to leave prepared.” 

Took so long getting ready to see

Baby elephant at the zoo – pakky,

by the time they got there it was closed


Now, I know people making fun of me

For eccentricities in my age.

But it don’t bother me – it did – working on boats with younger kids at 70,

I got teased some,

Sometimes I had to grab some of em by the shirt and shake em a little.


But Molly, I’d give her a hug.

Old timers that you won’t find in the history books but they should be,

Capture the colours that might get washed out by the rain, carry them on again.



3. Chris, LC and Moments Seized



Chris was something else,

You should watch him drink a beer.

I’ve never seen somebody enjoy something so much as he did.

South Carolina,

Elderly black man 100 years old.


My work partner LC came up to me and said,

“Shall we go and get some sweet butter?”

A southern expression

For unsalted butter.

Milked cows and made butter,

Chris is 100.

He’s still farming

And he makes butter.


We drove up his driveway

Chris was runnin a tractor.

LC said, “You’re limpin Chris

You hurt your leg?”

“Nah, I reckon I’m getting old.” 


“How old are you?” 

“Mrs is younger, around 78.

I reckon I’m about…”

And he turned around,

Never did get around to saying it


“You got any sweet butter?”

“Yeah yeah! How much you want?”

We sat round the kitchen table,

“LC, will you drink a beer with us?”


Chris looks at that beer, puts both hands around that can,


He rolls his eyes up and say oooooo


He pops it and it goes shhhhh


He looks up and goes ooooooo


He lifts up the can slowly

Takes a drink

Leans back in his chair and says


Ahhhhhhh


His eyes were big,

LC was getting a kick out of this.

He said “Miss Ellie gon come back

And catch you drinkin’, she gon whoop your butt.”

“Nah, I wears the pants in this family.”


LC was not one to hug.

If you tried, he’d try and punch you.

Well, at 40 he was almost gone,

I went back to see him, I walked in.

And he jumped up, believe it or not,

And threw his arms around me.

And he said “Jo you are the last person I expected to see.”

We sat and talked for an hour or two

Until he was about ready to give out.


The echoes won’t give out though, so seize the moment as they say. 

Old timers that you won’t find in the history books but they should be,

Capture the colours that might get washed out by the rain, carry them on again.


Walking In the May (JM)

 From today's hike at Clemens Park, Benton County last trillium of the season                                   the deep forest         ...