I Remember by D.B. Hall

 

An insistent bird calls for sugar beets

his mate answers they’re fresh out

a touch of breeze stirs

branches wave

stirring the coolness of morning

fresh air cools my skin

but chills my eyeballs the most.

 

My neighbor’s sprinkler whirs

a steady happy rhythm

spraying a falling arc

pretty in its manmade way

God’s majestic Pilot Mountain

stands almost in my backyard.

 

I stretch my back

aching, sore

Diesel tugs on his leash

nose in explore mode

tail wagging happily.

 

I gather all this in

these sights and sounds

on this Memorial Day

thankful that I can

thankful for those that gave some

thankful but sad

for those that gave all

but now cannot.

 

My grandfather was a Navy veteran

last night Toots

would have loved

to have watched the race with me

as would have many a dead soldier

or veteran.

 

Last time we watched a race

I narrated it rather loudly

as he could no longer see nor hear well

Toots, a peaceful giving man

with his huge hands

even bigger heart

soft voice

and the best hugs.

 

At his graveside

Pilot Mountain stood at attention

I remember sadness

as haunting melodies faded away

I remember pride

as they crisply, precisely folded his flag

while “Taps” floated into the crystalline sky.

 

I remember love

as I honor him on this day.

 

© D.B. Hall

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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.

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