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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.
May 28th, 2019 at 8:46 am
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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.
*
blue-hammer sky
alcohol stains
the banjo
Alan Summers
Scope vol. 60 no. 3 (FAWQ magazine April 2014)
May 28th, 2019 at 9:24 am
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.
May 28th, 2019 at 10:59 am
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…"
May 28th, 2019 at 9:27 am
urban sprawl
old barn sighs….
cowboy moseys on
May 28th, 2019 at 10:03 am
hauntingly nostalgic – What a beautiful memory – Thank you !
May 28th, 2019 at 12:49 pm
__ Memories, seek positive creativity; nifty, Gary! _m
through times open door
with deep luck of horseshoe strides
memories create
May 28th, 2019 at 2:01 pm
Good one, Garry. I love it for the strength off its images and the power of its cultural-emotional connotations.
May 28th, 2019 at 6:49 pm
Loon Lake
the silence broken
on and off
May 29th, 2019 at 9:20 am
Thanks all for the positive responses! And the answering haiku. Very gratifying.