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THAT SUNDAY FEELING
An Elegy for John Smith, Jr.

A poem by Sandy Lulay

 

Chilled, I stroll down the dirt road to pastures
Past the barn, the broken tractor, the farm
That belonged to him so long ago, sure
Nothing would ever change it's timeless charm.

The Saco River still threads around old
Blends of silver rocks and tall birch trees.
Here skies disintegrate, broken by flags that show
Up between new fairways and golfers tees.

White clouds of birds once flocked along the width
Of the sand stone beach, feeling free to be;
No care beyond the seasons changing breath
Or the blur of banks selling our history.

The cows are gone with the July picnics.
No hay stands bailed and stacked against the sun.
Yet, I remember the apples we picked
For hot cider, toasting a fall nights fun.

Walking back through the old time memories
I meet the laughter of New Hampshire springs;
The permanence of love. The land a dream
Of linear hope planted in each seedling.

I taste the honey dripping down the smiles
Of bees and hear the whisper of daisy
Blossoms following a fence to the miles
Where dirt roads end and providence is paved.

Standing in the cemetery, I place
A rose on his grandfather and frown
Upon the bane of urban real estate
Immune to all the farmers losing ground.

Thunder lights the graves of nostalgic pain;
Sunday feelings pour down on me like rain.

 

       Sandy Lulay, originally from Woodstock, New York, is a resident of Stuart, Florida. Lulay is an "Original Woodstock Girl" who has been writing poetry since age ten. Many of her poems have been published both in Woodstock and Stuart's Sleeping Bear Review. She is currently working on a collection of poems that express the true soul of Woodstock, America's first art colony.

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Published April 2, 2001
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