In studying poetic forms for homeschool (including the elegy), Katja created an elegy for the field (former garden) now being developed behind us. I cried a bucket reading it - kids have really pure vision. --------------- Elegy for a Lost Clubhouse Devoured by a dusty machine Sucking the essence away The shell is there still A mere memory Ghosts of laughter remain but all is silent and bare Dry twigs lay dead on the ground A blanket of shredded tree there Leaves have scudded across this clubhouse, once great Frozen by snow, blasted By the blizzards that gave the snow weight Mulberries stained the dirt floor And spring rain drenched again Secret, official plans, whispered Concocted inside this clubhouse when Uproarious meetings, laughter and words Populated the summer air Serious confidings in the privacy of a clubhouse warm and shaded there Ernest words to another listener Friendships made and broken Conversations, perched in the heights There were great times here It had its beginnings in times long past Long grass under a young mulberry tree The grass was trampled again and again Until there was no more to see The clubhouse was our sanctuary A place for debates and rest The tree a building inspiration Or just a comforting presence Those who were there from the beginning Knew the clubhouse exactly by heart They knew where the dips were, the roots and lumps And to them every branch held history The clubhouse is gone in sight But to some it will never be gone Not as long as the memories remain Never will it go and be done When cement covers the ground Where a garden was clumsily sown When orange netting blankets the place Where the garden was slowly grown Those of us will remember, forever and ever Our clubhouse that once was there We will remember what happened, all what was destroyed And it will matter – we will care
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 18:31:36 +0000