tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19445595.post115255844431592810..comments2023-10-25T07:17:04.839-07:00Comments on Pirate Papa: A Journal of Anarcho-Green D(o).I(t).Y(ourself). Parenting: skyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04060344690179547080noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19445595.post-1152916645686283102006-07-14T15:37:00.000-07:002006-07-14T15:37:00.000-07:00"There, among the bracken: berries." my grandfathe..."There, among the bracken: berries." my grandfather used to say to me when I was sad. I would look at him in anger, staring down his riddles, and he would smile, and pass a small blue dish of butterscotch candies or a handful of whatever was ripe in grandmother's garden... and smile again. and repeat his words.<BR/><BR/>I understand now, and still look with a sense of mixed sentimentallity and anger. but I understand now... He meant that I had earned my grief, and with it: my hope.<BR/><BR/>... whatever that thought is worth to you ...Amoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09083571725058921809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19445595.post-1152787199266019532006-07-13T03:39:00.000-07:002006-07-13T03:39:00.000-07:00The SpringOh how the water stays, but who knows ...The Spring<BR/><BR/>Oh how the water stays, <BR/> but who knows when love will<BR/><BR/>no liquid can fill <BR/> caverns so deep wide and many<BR/> as those of heartbrache<BR/><BR/>a new wake may wash over the shore <BR/> but oh,<BR/> to descend so deep<BR/> a mountain made mannered<BR/> as to dry tides of weep<BR/> <BR/>sing rivers to sleep <BR/> soundly<BR/> I seek<BR/><BR/>foundry lays heavy beneath <BR/> an assundering sea<BR/> for that Ive found fondly of <BR/> mortar<BR/> if such solvent affords her<BR/> <BR/> I trade swords for treasure <BR/> wide winds for <BR/> warm weather<BR/><BR/> Im better off wandering<BR/> wondering out the storm<BR/> than waiting wet<BR/> on the the shore <BR/> baiting blessing forevermoreAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com