Into the Wind

Posted: January 23, 2017 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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I once knew a man in blue jeans that rode wild horses,
sang loud songs and drank cheap sour whiskey.
He went to his grave in a suit that he had never worn
as we listened to music he had never heard
and we toasted his life with thin stemmed glasses he never drank from.

I once knew a man who taught me to climb mountains,
to talk to strangers and to use my hands to fix broken things.
He died not from a high fall or from a miss-tied rope
but silently in his bed alone with swollen joints and sore stiff knuckles.
and a failing broken heart that could not be fixed.

I know a man who writes words and sweet poems,
loves his home and strong family
and lives to fly high into the light evening winds.
When he dies, we will surround him with his sweet family
We will read his tender words and verses,
We will cast his ashes into the light evening winds.


  1. This is so so SO beautiful and thought provoking! It brought tears to my eyes!
    I read it like it was about your Grandpa, your Dad, and you. (each of you featured in a “verse”) Was it?
    HUGS!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

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    • That is really a beautiful interpretation SweetC. ๐Ÿ™‚ Iโ€™ll just say that a couple of them were the โ€œSam the Lionsโ€ that Iโ€™ve been fortunate to be mentored by in my life. They were two very experienced and trusted friendsโ€ฆ. ๐Ÿ™‚

      Oh, I forgot, you have to read this aloud (or in your head) with your best Jimmy Stewart impersonation, โ€ฆ although.. he has nothing to do with the poemโ€ฆyou see. ๐Ÿ™‚

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