oxbow lake
a rusty horseshoe over
the missing door
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Garry Eaton
Garry Eaton is a retired, jack-of-all-trades Canadian on the west coast of British Columbia. He has been practicing haiku since 2006. He is interested in the way the discipline is refocusing his attention on, and improving his appreciation of the gift of life.
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oxbow lake
a rusty horseshoe over
the missing door
—GARRY EATON
An oxbow lake always reminds me of the TV Western series called The Virginian, that I followed during my childhood. Ah missing doors, and horseshoes, perhaps a ranch that has gone under but might become of those strange Gentleman's farm, that at least on TV, seem to be a cover
Of course we might wonder what has gone missing in general in the great West.
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blue-hammer sky
alcohol stains
the banjo
Alan Summers
Scope vol. 60 no. 3 (FAWQ magazine April 2014)
Things left behind by the movements of rivers or the movements of men. Nostalgia for a west I never knew except on TV, or on boyhood fishing trips with my dad, when we sometimes penetrated into scenes and places that had been left behind sometime long, long ago, after mines had run out, rivers had changed course, railroads had come and gone, towns that had been flooded or had simply packed up and moved away in search of new opportunity.
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oxbow lake
a rusty horseshoe over
the missing door
—GARRY EATON
An oxbow lake always reminds me of the TV Western series called The Virginian, that I followed during my childhood. Ah missing doors, and horseshoes, perhaps a ranch that has gone under but might become of those strange Gentleman's farm, that at least on TV, seem to be a cover
Of course we might wonder what has gone missing in general in the great West.
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blue-hammer sky
alcohol stains
the banjo
Alan Summers
Scope vol. 60 no. 3 (FAWQ magazine April 2014)
Things left behind by the movements of rivers or the movements of men. Nostalgia for a west I never knew except on TV, or on boyhood fishing trips with my dad, when we sometimes penetrated into scenes and places that had been left behind sometime long, long ago, after mines had run out, rivers had changed course, railroads had come and gone, towns that had been flooded or had simply packed up and moved away in search of new opportunity.
Thanks for the behind-the-scenes of your haiku.
Also love this line:
"…we sometimes penetrated into scenes and places that had been left behind…"
urban sprawl
old barn sighs….
cowboy moseys on
hauntingly nostalgic – What a beautiful memory – Thank you !
__ Memories, seek positive creativity; nifty, Gary! _m
through times open door
with deep luck of horseshoe strides
memories create
Good one, Garry. I love it for the strength off its images and the power of its cultural-emotional connotations.
Loon Lake
the silence broken
on and off
Thanks all for the positive responses! And the answering haiku. Very gratifying.