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Post by AquarianM on Oct 18, 2019 1:26:25 GMT -6
The Ghost Of A House...
Autumn leaves dance on old branches, Large and stout arms to hold the falling rain of color, A luxurious russet blanket covering the still-green grass, A palette yet to be painted in the crystalline tones of Jack Frost, That wandering vagabond of cold and breath-hushed nights, A trillion mirrors on Earth of the billion twinkling stars in Heaven's night.
I saw its bones once, Boarded up with faded and chipping paint, Not long before the bulldozer struck.
It haunts me on Autumn nights, The old farmhouse at Eaton, Where love must have been made, Children raised and played, Where the old oaks shade only the ghost of a house.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford © 10/17/2019
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Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 18, 2019 3:08:09 GMT -6
I love the vivid imagery your haunting words possess, Dan.
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Post by Catlady2710 on Oct 18, 2019 7:58:03 GMT -6
Starts out so beautifully and ends so sadly. Great write
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 18, 2019 8:27:38 GMT -6
I love the vivid imagery your haunting words possess, Dan. Thank you, Rick. This is written about an actual place. Eaton Preserve in Plainfield, IL was donated to the village by the Eaton family. It still has a large barn used for storage, a large gazebo for picnics, and a 1/3-mile paved walking path ringing a field of native prairie plants. I have pictures of the old house in Autumn from the year before it was razed. The oaks there are big, old, and beautiful. They used the house as a haunted house at Halloween for a couple of years while it still stood. I used to go to Eaton and practice saxophone in the early mornings after work. Dan
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 18, 2019 8:28:21 GMT -6
Starts out so beautifully and ends so sadly. Great write Cat, thank you. Yes, indeed. Dan
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 18, 2019 9:01:27 GMT -6
I don't have a way to share images from the mobile version of the website for this forum, but you can see a photo of the place here if anyone cares to: grymwyre.blogspot.com/Dan
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Post by simpledip on Oct 18, 2019 9:49:04 GMT -6
Autumn leaves dance on old branches, Large and stout arms to hold the falling rain of color, A luxurious russet blanket covering the still-green grass...
Dan, Thank you for painting the Dance of Autumn and the sad song of passing time.
Bows deeply. - Dip
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 18, 2019 11:24:32 GMT -6
Autumn leaves dance on old branches, Large and stout arms to hold the falling rain of color, A luxurious russet blanket covering the still-green grass...
Dan, Thank you for painting the Dance of Autumn and the sad song of passing time. Bows deeply. - Dip Thank you, Dip. Definitely everything does change. Dan
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 18, 2019 15:08:33 GMT -6
Very lovely, Dan. The closing brought forth a tear or two. Love the image.
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 18, 2019 21:06:16 GMT -6
Very lovely, Dan. The closing brought forth a tear or two. Love the image. Thank you, QF. That's the actual house. I took that pic myself in 2005. It was torn down the following year. Thank you for bringing the picture over for me! Dan
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Post by augustsky on Oct 18, 2019 23:52:25 GMT -6
Dan, As you've already guessed I Love Autumn Poetry, & you're one of my favorite Poets. This is what it's all about, & your last line ties it up perfectly.
Enjoyed..
Sky~
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 19, 2019 2:05:59 GMT -6
Dan, As you've already guessed I Love Autumn Poetry, & you're one of my favorite Poets. This is what it's all about, & your last line ties it up perfectly. Enjoyed.. Sky~ Thank you, Sky. I go back to my Great Lakes roots at this time of year, I think it's in my bones. I love California, but I spent so much of my life in Wisconsin and Illinois that it will never leave me. I also love your poetry, you never leave the reader wanting anything but more. Dan
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Post by Brian on Oct 19, 2019 20:04:58 GMT -6
Such a moving write Dan. Things we love do tend to follow those trends. The seasons bring on change, some seasons are longer than others, yet each comes in turn.
I love the picture you took of the house. Glad I peeked down to see it.
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 19, 2019 21:52:40 GMT -6
Such a moving write Dan. Things we love do tend to follow those trends. The seasons bring on change, some seasons are longer than others, yet each comes in turn. I love the picture you took of the house. Glad I peeked down to see it. Thank you, Brian. It was 14 years ago, but I still vividly remember that day and the feel of the place. Dan
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 19, 2019 22:02:09 GMT -6
Very lovely, Dan. The closing brought forth a tear or two. Love the image. Thank you, QF. That's the actual house. I took that pic myself in 2005. It was torn down the following year. Thank you for bringing the picture over for me! Dan Dan, anytime you would like for me to move an image for you, you have only to ask. I will do so happily.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2019 2:10:35 GMT -6
Hauntingly awesome sent chills up my spine
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 21, 2019 0:27:02 GMT -6
Michael, thank you.
Dan
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Post by goldenmyst on Oct 28, 2019 12:51:58 GMT -6
Dan this is a hauntingly beautiful poem of nostalgic memory. Just envisioning that skeleton of an old home shaded by the oaks is an image to remember. You really are gifted with nostalgic writing, my friend. I am most moved by your words.
John
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 28, 2019 15:24:26 GMT -6
Dan this is a hauntingly beautiful poem of nostalgic memory. Just envisioning that skeleton of an old home shaded by the oaks is an image to remember. You really are gifted with nostalgic writing, my friend. I am most moved by your words. John John, thank you. I sent a copy of this poem and the pictures I took of the house to the Plainfield Historical Society this past week, and they were gracious and grateful. Dan
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