within and without the castle

 

the meadow sweeps before them—

an amphitheater, grass

piercing the recent light snowfall,

 

morning sun yet to bequeath warm.

amos speaks of the world

beyond the rocky outcroppings

 

that top the ridge like sentinels,

crenelations dividing this meadow

from the chaos that he and hattie

 

know too well. he speaks, almost to himself

of hardship and wrongs committed,

and of joy that comes from within.

 

hattie has heard this before, countless times, 

which doesn't lessen her appreciation.

 

~

 

the little ones, hardly less wooly

than the sheep, dressed

as they are in sheepskin coats,

 

hats and mittens, pile into

the wagon for the ride into town

and the friends' schoolhouse.

 

zoey snaps the reins in time

with the songs the kids sing,

and old theophilus seems to nod

 

in time with the music, his gait steady—

if somewhat resigned—

the meadow receding as the homes and shops

 

with chimneys and stove-pipes billowing,

signaling warmth within, come into view.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2022-05-05 at 04:48

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
When reading this piece it envoked images of a Quaker family, and by the time I reached the name theophilus I was sure this was the scene. I love poetry that paints images inside my head (good ones!) :)
2022-05-05