Saturday, June 28, 2008

TIME

AS TIME PASSES BY ONE SITS AN CONTEMPLATES . JUST HOW THE FUTURE MAY UNFOLD . THE WINTER CHILL HAS LONG GONE AN TURNED INTO FULL BLOWN SUMMERTIME .. ALSO KNOW AS THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER .... A PERFECT TIME FOR SITTING ON THE FRONT PORCH ... AN SIPPING AWAY A COOL DRINK ... REMINISCING AWAY THE DAY ... REMEMBERING DAYS LONG GONE ....GOOD TIMES PASSED N REFRESHING THE SOUL OF TIMES OF DELIGHT ... SHARED ACCOMPANIMENT'S AN HOW IT USED TO BE COMES TO MIND ...AS THE SHADE FROM THE OLD OAK TREES STRAIN OUT THE HEAT OF THE DAY ....TIME SEEMS TO TICK BY AT THE SLOWEST PACE ...LOOKING DOWN AT MY TRUSTY CARTIER WATCH IT'S STILL TICKING BUT THE DAY LINGERS ON IN THE SUMMER HEAT .. HUMIDITY SO THICK YOU CAN SEE IT IN THE THICK FOGGY AIR..... THE SOUNDS OF THE KATYDID'S BUZZING IN THE TREES ....THEY'RE SCREAMING BUZZ LULLS THE MIND INTO A DISTANT DREAM AN TAKING A NAP SEEMS TO BE THE ESSENTIAL ACTION OF THE DAY ....THE SOUND OF SOME DISTANT LAWNMOWER WHIRRING ADDS TO THE LULLING EFFECT ....ALTHOUGH THE HEAT CAUSING BEADS OF PERSPIRATION DRIPPING DOWN MY BROW SNAPS ME OUT OF THE TRANQUILITY SEARING SWEAT STINGS THE EYES .. ANOTHER DRINK IS A CERTAIN NECESSITY ....REVIVING MY ENERGY TO GET UP I STAGGER INTO THE HOUSE ....MIX UP A CONCOCTION LEARNED OF LONG SINCE PASSED TO REPEL THE NEVER ENDING HEAT ...A FRUIT JUICE STINGER FLUID WITH PURE GRAIN ALCOHOL CHASED WITH CRUSHED ICE ....SEEMS TO BE THE ALTERNATIVE TO EASE THE TENSIONS OF THE DAY ...ALL NEGATIVITY FROM PAST MEMORIES FADE INTO THE WHIRRING BUZZ OF THE TREE BUGS ....ONCE LONG AGO I WAS TOLD BY AN OLD WISE MAMIE ..MY TRUSTY LOVING CARETAKER LOOKING OVER ME ......THAT NOISE IS FROM THE TREE BUGS THEY ARE SCREAMING FOR THE RAIN TO COME N COOL THE DAY .........YOU WAIT SOON AS THE RAIN COMES THEY WILL ALL QUIET DOWN AS THE RAIN COOLS THE DAY OFF...HER NAME WAS EFFIE MAE A BIG BLUE BLACK WOMAN THAT USED TO SUCKLE ME WHEN I WAS A YOUNG WHIPPER SNAPPER TO KEEP ME QUIET ... WHILE SHE WENT ABOUT DOING THE HOUSE WORKING CHORES . CLAMORING ME UP TO HER BOSOM IN ONE ARM . WHILE FRET TIN ABOUT THE HOUSE ..MAKING SURE THERE WAS NO SIGNIFICANCE OF DUST TO BE SEEN OR FOUND AS TO IT MY MOTHER WOULD POINT IT OUT AN CAUSE MUCH UNDUE SCURRYING FOR A HOT SUMMER DAY ... EFFIE MAE LIVED IN THE HOUSE GARAGE WHERE A ROOM TRANSFERRED INTO A SERVANTS QUARTERS WITH HER OWN BATHROOM N SIT TIN ROOM TOO...ALTHOUGH THE MAIN HOUSE HAD PLENTY OF ROOMS AN FEW WERE USED . THIS SPECIAL PLACE WAS AS SHE POINTED OUT WAS HER PLACE AWAY FROM THE FAMILY N GIVING HER SHELTER N REST WHEN THE DAY PASSES INTO THE EVENING ....MANY YEARS PASSED IN MY YOUTH ...RUNNING AROUND THE HOUSE SHE PASSED DOWN PLENTY OF WISDOM .......AS I WAS CONSTANTLY GETTING IN THE WAY .. GET YER SELF OUTSIDE N DON'T GET DIRTY.. ONE ALWAYS PERPLEXING STATEMENT OF HOW A YOUNG UN SUCH AS I COULD VENTURE OUTSIDE FOR THE DAY N PLAY WITHOUT GETTING DIRTY WAS ALWAYS A STRETCH OF THE IMAGINATION ...WHEN WHALLERING IN THE GRASS, CHASING THE CAT UNDER THE HOUSE AND PLENTY OF OTHER EXCURSIONS..... IN THOSE DAYS HOUSES WERE UP ON BLOCKS WITH PLENTY A DISTANCE OF CRAWL ABLE SPACE ...PLUMBING ELECTRICAL AN THE NEWLY INSTALLED VENTILATION SYSTEM WAS PASSAGEWAYS N ROUTES TO FILL THE IMAGINATION OF A CAVE EXPLORER DREAM ....THE DARK RECESSES OF THE ROOT CELLAR I CHASED THE CAT N EXPLORED COMPLETELY OBLITERATE OF THE DIRT I WAS CRAWLING AROUND IN FILLING MY SHOES N CUFFS OF MY OVERALLS ...I WAS ALWAYS GETTING INTO SOMETHING THROWING ROCKS AT THE POND ALSO RUNNING DOWN THE ENDLESS ALLEYWAY'S BETWEEN THE ESTATE HOMES ........AN THAT OLD ABANDONED HOUSE DOWN THE STREET WHERE A TREE FELL ON IT N SQUISHED IT TO THE GROUND KNOCKING OFF IT BLOCKS AN SITTING AT AN ANGLE I EXPLORED TO ALL HOURS OF THE DAY IT SEEMED THEY JUST LEFT ..FURNITURE FILLED THE PASSAGEWAYS ALL SLID TO ONE SIDE.... A DIRT N DUST LAYER COVERED EVERYTHING IN AN EERIE SORT OF WAY ...RATS FORAGING ON WHAT EVER LEFT IN THE CUPBOARDS N ROOT CELLAR WHERE ENDLESS JARS OF VARIABLE FRUITS JELLIES N PRESERVES LAY SCATTERED ABOUT ON THE FLOOR ...SOME BROKEN TO WHERE THE RATS FEASTED ...OLD NEWS PAPERS STREWN ABOUT .... BIRDS THAT HAVE CREATED THEY'RE NEST UP IN THE RECESSES OF THE CEILING ATOP AND IN OPEN CABINETS IN THE KITCHEN . BROKEN DISHES STREWN ABOUT ON THE FLOOR .. THE HOUSE WAS A SHAMBLES ... BUT THE BEST PLACE IN THE WORLD TO SPEND COUNTLESS HOURS OF THE DAY PLAYING IN FILLING THE IMAGINATION OF A WAR TORN FORTRESS . AN SLIDING DOWN THE LONG BANISTER OF THE STAIRWELL I SCURRIED AROUND LIKE A CHILD AT THE CANDY FACTORY ...I FOUND MYSELF PERCHED AT THE MANY DIFFERENT SECOND FLOOR WINDOWS FIGHTING OFF INVADING INDIANS ..MY MY THOSE WERE THE DAYS .. BACK AT THE ESTATE I FINALLY END UP N MAMIE .. ALWAYS WITH A HIGH PITCHED VOICE ..I THOUGH I GAVE YOU FARE WARNING NOT TO GET DIRTY AN COME INTO THIS HOUSE TRACKING IN ALL THAT DIRT ..... NOW GET YER SELF OUT THERE IN THE GARAGE IN WASH YER SELF UP N TAKE OFF DEM BRITCHES ....SHE WOULD HOLLER AS I WENT OUT N DOWN THE BRICK WALKWAY THAT RAN BETWEEN THE HOUSE N THE GARAGE..... SEPARATED BY A BREEZEWAY WHERE MANY HOURS SPENT LOUNGING AWAY THE DAY ..... I GET OUT INTO THE GARAGE WITH EFFIE MAY CLOSE BEHIND ..SHE WORE THESE FLAPS FOR SHOES AN THEY SCRATCHED AT THE BRICK WALKWAY ......SURELY YOU COULD TELL WITHOUT EVEN LOOKING SHE WAS CATCHING UP TO ME ....... I SCAMPERED A BIT FASTER UPON HEARING HER ......HURRYING TO GET INTO THE GARAGE BEFORE SHE WOULD WHISK ME OFF MY FEET GRABBING AT THE BACK OF MY OVERALLS ..... SO I WOULDN'T TRACK DIRT INTO HER PLACE SO SHE WOULDN'T HAVE EXTRA CLEANING TO DO ..AFTER REMOVING MY OVERALLS N FILLING UP THE TUB ..... I WAS QUICKLY SAT DOWN IN AN GIVEN A GOOD SCRUBBING .....SHE ALWAYS HAD EXTRA PAIRS OF OVERALLS,SHIRTS AN UNDERWEAR FOR ME .....SO THAT SHE COULD CLEAN ME UP N DRESS WITHOUT HAVING TO GO INTO THE MAIN HOUSE ........AN MESS UP HER POLISHED N DUST FREE FLOORS THROUGHOUT THE HOUSE ..... A VERITABLE NO MANS LAND FOR MY OLDER BROTHERS AND I ... THOSE WERE THE DAYS SHADOWED THRU TIME ONLY MEMORIES OF A TIME LONG SINCE GONE FROM LIFE .. THOSE DAYS WHEN THE ONLY THING TO DO IS PLAY N GET DIRTY ..NOW JUST AN IMAGINATION THAT FILLS THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER DREAMS ..PASSING TIME AN NAPPING ON THE FRONT PORCH .. SIPPING ON A FRESH COOL ISLAND DRINK I PONDER N REALISE THAT AFTER ALL THESE YEARS I AM BACK TO THE TIME OF DOING NUTHING BUT REMEMBERING OF A TIME PASSED GONE AN RETURNED TO BEING A KID AT HEART AT LEAST .....EVEN THOUGH THE GREY OF AGE HAS TAKEN OVER AN WRINKLES APPEAR WHERE THERE ONCE WERE FRESH N ROSY CHEEKS . AN A SMILE FOR NO REASON AT ALL WAS THE FACE OF THE DAY ....
TIME SURE HAS A WAY OF CREEPING UP ON YOU N BEFORE YOU KNOW IT ...FUN IS JUST A MEMORY OF DISTANT TIMES N FAR AWAY PLACES WHERE YOU CAN NEVER RETURN ...THAT OLD HOUR GLASS OF LIFE IS STUCK ON THE SHELF ...AN THE SANDS OF TIME IS POURING BY ...A CARTIER WATCH TELLS THE TIME NOW ... AN IT SURE DOESN'T SLOW DOWN FOR ANYONE .. TAKE LIFE ONE STEP AT A TIME N ENJOY IT WHILE YOU CAN ..... ONE DAY IT WILL BE YOUR TURN TO SIT THE DAY THROUGH N SIP AT A COOL TROPICAL FRUIT DRINK AN DREAM THE DAY AWAY .. BID YOUR TIME WELL IN LIFE AN YOU MAY ONE DAY BE THERE TOO......

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