Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.~William Wordsworth

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Lost Thoughts

Seven months ago I created this blog.  Its purpose was to revitalize the writing in my soul.  Instead, it has haunted me like a phantom in the night.  Forget writer's block.  I drove straight to writer's gridlock after a stop for a cup of stage fright!  So now, after an aesthetic blog makeover, I am courageously journeying forth risking uncertain heights of humiliation to share the thoughts and creations of my pen.

Of course, I am not going to be foolhardy and completely dive in head first.  So, I have chosen something fun and lighthearted for my first 'official' post.  It is something I wrote 32 years ago.  I vaguely remember it being a poem assignment for English class in high school.  I have tweaked it a bit, since the more mature and literate me of present noticed some errors of the more youthful me who originally penned it.  And, in no way am I stating that I am now an authority on the art of writing.  Just saying.

 Old Man Brown

In between the mountains,
I found a little town.
Nobody lives there.
Except Old Man Brown.

Complete with saloon and general store,
It takes you back to the wild, wild west.
Dancing girls, gunfights, and outlaws galore, 
The town was bustling with life and zest.

There, he sits, drinking alone on a stool.
Lonely though, he is not,  I know.
For he has a companion, a buddy, a pal,
In his little old donkey named General Beau.

Now both of them are gone.
There's quiet in the town.
Only memories to live on,
Of Old Man Brown.

                                                                                          Nancy Harrah 78'

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