Sunday, May 26, 2024

a new song

slow steady climb
up the rocky ridge
scouts used to clear this path
now it is rock strewn
overgrown
blocked by a fallen tree
up over the shattered pine
then down into the small 
creek cut valley

drop my pack
by the door
little camp hatchet 
snaps through dry wood
flint sparks fly
warmth spreads
across the cabin floor

in the corner
an old Fender acoustic sits
six rusty strings hang loose
soon it is fitted up 
with a new heavy gauge set

low lonesome chords ring
up over the mountain top
a new song echoes

17 comments:

  1. I can see that trail, and feel the warmth spreading through the cabin.........those lonesome chords ringing out are mighty fine.

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  2. Wow! This has that self enlightenment through solitude vibe. Like chords ringing over the mountain top--does a new spiritual life begin? Makes me think of Lenny Breau's Cabin Fever

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  3. I can hear that hatchet snapping through the dry wood and hear those low, lonesome chords. You really have a wonderful gift in the way that you create atmosphere in a poem. I felt as I was right there with you.

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  4. I love the ambience where sound slowly makes its entry and we can hear.

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  5. Love the line - Snaps through dry wood - very creative - perhaps of other images - Well done

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  6. I'm no hiker, nor yet musician, and yet you made me feel as if I was entering into these experiences with you.

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  7. A beautiful scene you have painted in sounds Ollie! I love it!

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  8. Beautiful This could have been set in NZ

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  9. Such a wonderful reward after the work of the climb!

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  10. Sounds like a wonderful way to spend the day.

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  11. Lovely clear imagery and rhythm to these words!

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  12. May I just say you took me there ... I never want to leave. Well done.

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  13. Love the warmth spreading through the cabin. Your sounds are comforts.

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  14. Mountains were made to sing new songs, they so inspire them!

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  15. Oh that snap of wood and the strings that beckon and foreshadow the song... lovely, lovely, lovely

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