Back
in the
day my
brother
Chuck and
I went over
Bear’s Tooth
Pass in his ‘53
Chev on the way
to his first year at BYU.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I was to learn it was a short
vacation for a fourteen-year-old me
before our family moved from Chicago
to Red Lake because dad wanted to go home.
I remember the view was crystal clear. I could
see incredibly small things, impossibly far away,
and the air was so fresh and clean; it made me want
to sing something, anything, because I was so exhilarated!
But I didn’t. I have never felt the same on earth, but I have felt
with the same clarity, the cold of space and seen with the same acuity through
the upper atmosphere, as my spirit flew unaided in dream-vision above the earth.
I think my dad, brother and I traveled thru this pass on one of our vacations. I know the feeling – but I remeber it best standing atop Half-Dome in Yosemite with the whole world below me. Absolutely AWESOME! And…I love the way you composed this thought – the shape of the “tooth” so to speak!
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A beautiful Christmas Tree for Bear’s Tooth Pass…
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Thanks Lindy Lee!
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“I could
see incredibly small things, impossibly far away,”
isn’t that what poetry does, too. And what the poem does. Love this!
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Thanks M&M! I appreciate your stopping by and your kind comment!
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Beautiful doesn’t even come close!
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Thanks Julie!
You must have been there! Sometimes words don’t do something justice!
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What an absolutely wonderful concrete poem! These are difficult to do, and you handle this one so well that I bow respectfully in your direction. You are a talented poet! I too have flown “unaided in dream-vision above the earth,” through “the cold of space and seen with the same acuity through
the upper atmosphere,” but never stated it so well.
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Thank you for the compliments Thomas! It’s always a pleasure to visit your site and to see your and your family’s talents!
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I love the way this appears on the page. Great form.
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Thanks Jessica! It was fun writing it.
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