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Talk of Weather

 Peter Fallon, the Irish Poet, was a mentor of mine long ago. If asked at the time if I would ever be like him I would have flatly denied it. No farmer I, no poetic soul. Philosopher yes, writer and lover of dogs. I missed the mark though, and overshot I have fallen back to the ground.  You can like cats, and barnyards. Tracts and epic tales are not all there is. In foolish youth I could not have forseen that I would be most like what I was glad to know, but still walking away from. Changing winds. Scholar, farmer, poet--not a bad mix that. Now, as I reflect, bent over the garden spade, or knife in hand, pare flesh from bone while onion sizzles; in the springing of the year is there any such time when Calliope does not call louder?

posted by: ChefNeal at February 24, 2005 13:20 | link | comments (6) |
poetry, life, weather

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#1  24 February 2005 - 23:13

 

Your writing is evocative. I Look forward to reading more.

How did I miss your blog before?

(the rhyme was incidental, i swear.)

joshuakatcher

#2  25 February 2005 - 07:48

 

Thanks for stoping in. I've been hangin here in my little corner for a while. I think the thing is I've finally gotten off my arse and started surfing all the other great blogs out there.

ChefNeal

#3  25 February 2005 - 19:20

 

Really lovely. Scholar, farmer, poet, perfect.

EmmaPele

#4  26 February 2005 - 15:56

 

planning and envisioning, imagining future self to be some way other than what turns out to be, yet without regrets rejoicing in the art of adaptability and the beauty that results. very nice.

limine

#5  18 March 2005 - 04:19

 

What an elegant and beautiful post! I look forward to reading more!

moonglow

#6  18 March 2005 - 08:03

 

Thanks for stopping in, Moonglow. Hope you checked out the RSS feed. Come back and enjoy!

ChefNeal

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