Davey's Pool

[Cyril Darkcloud]

Davey's Pool

 

Mom says Davey Sanders

was just about my age

when he jumped into this pool

 

and he had red hair

and a cowlick

and a horn that set

the dogs to barking

when he rode his bike to school.

 

She says this pool

ain't got no bottom,

at least none that

no one ever found

 

and that when Davey

held his breath

and ducked his head

they never fished him out.

 

She don't like me

coming up here

to the strippings

and sitting on this rock

and sticking my feet

into this pool

and staying here alone.

 

But I come up here

when she's working

in the mill

on Tuesday afternoons.

 

There's a bunch of rocks

on that bank

above the old coal road

 

and it takes

sixteen puffs

to climb them

 

and then I'm

in the elderberry bushes

and the laurel

and the birch trees

growing near the pits

where the old guys

used to dig for coal

 

and then it's past

the rabbit hole

and I'm here

at Davey's Pool

 

and my shoes are off

and my feet are wet

and I'm sitting on this rock

 

and I whistle

'til the wind gets still

and then I listen hard

 

'cuz I think sometimes

the air says most

when the wind's

hardly moving at all

 

and the sounds

that it makes

itch in my ears

 

while it muffles

the chirping and songs

of afternoon birds

 

and leaves a trace

of a ripple

under the leaves

floating in Davey's Pool.

 

 

Edited by: Cyril Darkcloud at: 4/23/02 4:22:19 pm

[The Portrait of Zool]

Beautiful.

~Zool~

 

Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword.

 

Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards.

 

Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

[Ozymandias]

You like to make me think, don't you?

 

Wonderful stuff.

[Tralla]

This is *so* *cool*.

 

'nuff said.