A Love Story

Hartzlerspicnic1944 Paul and Beatrice

She watched him tanned, tall, and lean
With bib overalls and a head of dark hair
Thinking how handsome he was
How strong and capable a man he had become
He was only sixteen //but gave the appearance of eighteen
His gait was long // intense // full of determination
She loved that about him // the boy/man from across the field
Smart and fun to be around // his smile was full of laughter.
There he was, driving his father’s four milk cows up her lane
To share pasture with twenty-five more
Self-conscious // she picked up her father’s tee shirt
Hanging it on the porch line strung between two posts
Glancing towards the lane she caught his attention
He waved and gave a hearty, “Hi Beatrice! How are you today!”
Tongue tied, she could only reply, “I’m fine!”
And then he was gone // on up the lane and over the hill
It was evident he was special // graduating from high school at sixteen
She // only fourteen // knew she was in love
She would wait for him and follow him to the ends of the earth…
And she did

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My mom when she was in high school

In memory of my mother who lived across the field from my father when they were growing up in the early part of the last century.
Today, Bjorn asked us to look at different perspectives in poetry and write a poem that reflected that for d’Verse. I chose to write from my mother’s perspective when she and my father were both teenagers.
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Photos: Audrey Hartzler’s family album

Remembering

Dwight and Ruth's engagement photos (2)

Remembering

Jill Lyman, guest host at d’Verse~Poetry Pub, challenged us to write a response poem to a poem of our choosing. I chose With Music by Helen Hay Whitney.

My sister sent me this poem a while back, and as I read it I thought, “How sad that her memories of love were faded into some dim yesterday that she could barley remember.”

I remember my own experience 48 years later like it was yesterday. So, I rewrote my version of the poem and sent it back to her.

      With Music

By Helen Hay Whitney

Dear, did we meet in some dim yesterday?

    I half remember how the birds were mute

    Among green leaves and tulip-tinted fruit,

And on the grass, beside a stream, we lay

In early twilight; faintly, far away,

    Came lovely sounds adrift from silver lute,

    With answered echoes of an airy flute,

While Twilight waited tiptoe, fain to stay.

Her violet eyes were sweet with mystery.

     You looked in mine, the music rose and fell

 Like little, lisping laughter of the sea;

      Our souls were barks, wind-wafted from the shore-

      Gold cup, a rose, a ruby, who can tell?

      Soft-music ceases-I recall no more. 

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Public Domain

“With Music” was published in “Sonnets and Songs”

 (Harper & Brothers Publishers, 1905).          

Found on the web site:

https://www.azcentral.com/story/opinion/blogs/educationitself/2015/09/18/music-helen-hay-whitney/72409238/

 

                Under the Ziegler Oak

        Dwight L. Roth

Yes dear, we did meet in some clear yesterday?

I distinctly remember how the cool breezes blew

Among green grass and shade of our oak,

And on the grass, beside the tree, we lay

In early twilight; faintly, overhead,

Came lovely sounds adrift from the mocking bird above,

With answered echoes of a scolding blue jay,

While Twilight waited tiptoe, fain to stay.

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Her Brown eyes were sweet with innocent mystery.

You looked in mine, as the music rose and fell

Like little, lisping melodies of the sea;

Our souls were joined, our voices in harmony rose—

Golden words, a note, a line, who can tell?

Soft—music rising—I recall it all.

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