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Are You From Texas? (1 Viewer)

Irwin

Senior Member
A single line of bootprints diagonally crossed the snow-covered field
Clouds moved in for another dumping
Barely a reprieve, barely time to shovel
The old-folks home is quiet
A thin stream of smoke flows from a pipe on the roof
A fire to keep the old folks warm
“Are you from Texas?” one of them asked me
When I played music for them
One summer, long ago, in their front yard
I wore a t-shirt advertising some city in Texas
One that I had never visited
One that I can’t even remember the name of
But I advertised for them
On my t-shirt
And he asked me, over and over
“Are you from Texas?”
And I told him, over and over
“No”
But he seemed happy
And they were generous with their applause and encouragement
For I had never played for a group like that before
Just me and my guitar in front of an audience
I took requests
It was fun
Once a month or so, fire trucks and ambulances arrive at the home
Sometimes wheeling out patients
Sitting up on the gurney
Sometimes, they’re lying flat
With their heads covered
The wind is picking up
Time for another snow
Hopefully, this won’t be as bad as the last
Shoveling is hard on my back.
I’m getting old.
 
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happy-hippie

Senior Member
A single line of bootprints diagonally crossed the snow-covered field
Clouds moved in for another dumping
Barely a reprieve, barely time to shovel
The old-folks home is quiet
A thin stream of smoke flows from a pipe on the roof
A fire to keep the old folks warm
“Are you from Texas?” one of them asked me
When I played music for them
One summer, long ago, in their front yard
I wore a t-shirt advertising some city in Texas
One that I had never visited
One that I can’t even remember the name of
But I advertised for them
On my t-shirt
And he asked me, over and over
“Are you from Texas?”
And I told him, over and over
“No”
But he seemed happy
And they were generous with their applause and encouragement
For I had never played for a group like that before
Just me and my guitar in front of an audience
I took requests
It was fun
Once a month or so, fire trucks and ambulances arrive at the home
Sometimes wheeling out patients
Sitting up on the gurney
Sometimes, they’re lying flat
With their heads covered
The wind is picking up
Time for another snow
Hopefully, this won’t be as bad as the last
Shoveling is hard on my back.
I’m getting old.
I think that this is a very moving poem, so many layers....

I volunteered in a nursing home where I would escort musicians around the rooms to play for the different residents. It was a great experiece. Your poem reminds me of that time.

Thank you for sharing.
 

Irwin

Senior Member
I think that this is a very moving poem, so many layers....

I volunteered in a nursing home where I would escort musicians around the rooms to play for the different residents. It was a great experiece. Your poem reminds me of that time.

Thank you for sharing.
Thanks, HH!

It was just kind of a stream of consciousness poem that started off being about a walk around the park and then kind of diverged onto another path that conjured up some memories. That's one of the cool things about writing... you never know where it's going to take you. :)
 
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