Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Now that is a cool juxtaposition - mowing the lawn and remembering the hockey game - only in Canada, eh?
French is a colorful guy to have around. Self destructive but still a great friend perhaps a good player if he had exercised better control of himself. Wonderful take Brother Ollie!Hank
Excellent write :D
Ah, sounds like it was worth it.
A great combo. I met a colleague at work, both our backs were hurting.. mine from moving grass with a sickle, and he from playing hockey.. I guess it means that we are both getting older.
The nostalgic mood is perfectly conveyed, Ollie.
A good time was had by all,it seems.
Everything that matters in our lives leaves a little pain behind.. this seems.wistful but not bashful about it, and the flashback is warming.
Glory days...a little different for each of us, but still there.
Our glory days--how can we have them without a little pain?
Wonderful imagery and combination. It's great to see that the pain from the past have not change the great mood--or the determination--of the speaker.
nice write, much love...
That is so crisply worded for such a languorous image...lovely!
Nice... I'm sticking with your first line as it doesn't seem so far away now.
Wow, nicely done~ I am so there!
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.