Saturday, May 06, 2006

Summer In Poetry

This is not the greatest poem in the world. No, this is just a tribute. I'm flattered, though, as these lines draw from my own experiences and actually await publication in a collection of works authored by unknown New England poets.

I've spent eight summers, including my last, in the Lakes Region of New Hampshire. As much as I desperately need urban stimulation, some of the best days of my life were spent in the mountains.

I've met a lot of incredible people up there. Including one Persian girl and one, in at least my eyes, literary giant.

Led Zeppelin will be rumbling in the back room,
cards and chips will be on the table,
a Tiananmen Square poster will remind all
of the tenuous nature of political freedom,
"Play Like a Champion Today" will exhort the young Braves
and the spirit of Lubin will reside in lore and song.

- Redwolf Nighthawk Shallcross, native American poet.


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