Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Upon meeting a kind old hound


Such a heart as yours, my friend,
given me so freely,

I willingly take
to mine,

for your gray lash
and warm bright eye

show full well
the blessing of this time,

this present heaven,
that finds us side by side.



10 comments:

Jonathan Chant said...

A warm and kind poem from a warm and kind poet. Thank you, William.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, too, Jonathan....

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Kodiak

And still proud symbols stand
not even knowing how they symbolize
the majesty of their world
and the glory of the land,
the things that make us glad to be alive;
the uncorrupted beasts who bequeath
not only life but its honor with every birth.

We bought him, we, my wife and I,
on a goat farm down in Texas,
raised him from a pup
as he also raised us up to appreciate
the secret mysteries of courage.
A symbol of the glory of the land
and that which gives it worth.

Now standing here so noble, so proud
against the wind, he guards
and watches for his family.
Just a handsome dog who still retains
the memory of a million generations,
back even to the beasts from which,
uncowed, his breed descended;
the magic of the wild, the glory of the land.

Such a gallant dog, hair blowing,
ears flapping the breeze, a symbol of all
that’s good and great on earth,
so much older and more honorable
than those that he’s defended.


Copyright 2008 – Softwood: Seventy-eight Poems
Copyright 2010 – Ponds and Lawns: New and Corrected Poems
Gary B. Fitzgerald

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Gary....

Joseph Hutchison said...

Beautiful, William! The couplets strolling companionably together down the page ... really wonderful....

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Joe....

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

So, William, long time no talk. How in the world are you? Are you surviving the climate change?

I never thought I'd see the day when I would have to wear a flannel shirt in May down here on the gulf coast. I may need to come back up to Oregon just to warm up!

Gary

William Michaelian said...

Apparently so, as it was ninety-one degrees here today. But that will change in a hurry, as the next round of clouds is already rolling in (thank goodness, as I had my fill of heat in my San Joaquin Valley days).

All is well here, Gary. And by that I mean, I am still glad to get up each morning and see what the new days brings....

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Well, the weather is actually getting a little scary these days. I speak to old friends in New York, California, New Mexico and Florida and the weather always seems to be the topic of conversation. My sister-in law in Florida (my wife's sister) is all freaked out about the flooding. My sister-in-law in Mississippi (my brother's widow) just survived the tornado outbreak there. My friend on Long Island is worried about another hurricane this year (you remember 'super-storm' Sandy.
Here in Texas we have just barely survived the 'Winter from Hell' (coldest year since 1890). Jeez, we had an ice storm in APRIL. April is usually when the temperature hits the low nineties around here. What the hell is going on? I'm not a religious man but I have read the Revelation of Saint John.

I'm beginning to wonder.

And as far as "...glad to get up each morning and see what the new days brings." Good for you. I'm beginning to become afraid to get up each morning. One thing after another...taxes going up, dogs dying, boards falling off the house, car problems. Talk about your trials and tribulations! I'm becoming afraid...very afraid.

It's true what they say: getting old ain't for sissies.

GBF

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

On the other hand, all the flowers are blooming, my cat survived her surgery, the sun is shining,the sky is blue and we had food to eat today.
Life is good!

Yin and Yang.