I Was There – Author D.B. Hall


She hung the clothes out

and walked away

away from the sunshine

into the dark woods.


I watched Mama leave

through the screen

of the back porch.


Felt my sisters

little hands slide into mine

ten years younger

they didn’t fully understand.


That night was long

my thoughts flew spastically

but were constantly

yanked to reality

by golden-haired twins

crying on me.


Morning came with stiff joints

grumbling six-year olds

I fed them toast and milk

put them on the school bus

waved goodbye.


Looking out at the wash

I thought how Dad left chasing a dream

Mama left chasing a memory

then I left chasing work.


School, cheer-leading, dances

boyfriends, breakups, college

graduations, weddings, births

good-times, hard-times

I was there.


Now on a quiet Saturday Morning

I stand alone on that

screened in porch.


I close my eyes

and indulge

in the aroma of the coffee

the illusion of her

walking back out of the dark woods

back into the sunlight

gathering the wash off the line


© D.B. Hall

Pebbles in the Stream


Excerpt from the book “Pebbles in the Stream”

D.B. Hall

About the Author

David Hall was born in a small town called Mount Airy (A.K.A Mayberry) nestled in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains which are part of the large Appalachian Mountain chain. His early life involved a lot of traveling with his missionary parents, which involved stints of living in Mexico and Bolivia. His poetry reflects a love for nature and life mixed with a sense of the rustic Americana spirit and sprinkled with a lingering sense of the spiritual guidance infused by his southern religious upbringing. David has always been able to live in the moment enjoying it to the fullest while being able to be separated within himself seeking something more. Poetry is one of those outlets that gives him that something more. The diversity of genres and endless array of topics allow him to dive into poetry with reckless abandon or with fine-tuned precision; whichever is needed. Like a prism there are many sides of David, from the emotional connections when dealing with death, to the touch of the spring breeze on your neck hairs, David’s poetry can put you there.

Visit David’s  Author Page At: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/d.b.-hall.html

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