Tragedy
by
Everett (dale) Pogue
copyright 06-02-2008
Age Rating: 16 to 127
His shotgun lay easily up against his neck as he searched the soaring East Texas elms and oaks for elusive fox squirrel.
Some folks prefer chicken-fried, but they just ain't ever ate a fat
bushy-tail.
The brownish waters splashed through stirred leaves long fallen.
A green snake slithered through the tea-like liquid.
It was a perfect day to be buried deep in these swampy woods.
Jake recalled the tragic time not so long past
when these same quiet trails were filled with men in green and grey,
chattering endlessly on radios as they gathered shiny and burned pieces of a starship once housing adventuresome riders;
spilled out into the burning sky to fall to earth and die.
He didn't really know, ole' Jake, about those folks.
O, he heard the talk but never saw none of it on TV.
There ain't no service where he and the woman scratch out a livin'.
Seems someone said a school teacher lady was one of them.
" A might sorry to hear about anyone bein' hurt while doin' good,
but it happens. Remember Lester's boy went to that Nam place.
They blowed his leg plumb off. He came back home and died."
He'd never seen that before! Waving high in an old pine, a tiny
piece of silver cloth. Too high to reach it. How'd it git up there?
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Dale - There is such vivid imagery in this poem. I really enjoy the down-home, country speak of its voice. I too wrote a poem about the Challenger disaster, "First Teacher in
Space". I do believe the craft broke apart over Florida at the Kennedy Space Center. Where it happened is really not important, what happened was tragic. Thanks.........June
Such feeling. Such realism. Such living imagery. I well remember the day the Challenger blew up--who could forget? And this excellent poem is a worthy tribute to what was indeed, a "Tragedy".
I can see this in my mind and I remember the day this happened. Sad loss for us all. I do like the country flavor to this and the way you caught deep woods life so to speak. Keep em coming, Anthony
This seems to be quite a departure from your usual style. And not one that is unpleasant at all. It rather well suppors the imagery and characters you've created as well as paying tribute to the shuttle disaster.