Random images of a lazy Sunday
Posted by Unknown | Posted in d.r. wilsey jr. , flea market , peace , Tunkhannock , winter | Posted on Sunday, February 06, 2011
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Flea markets contain the most peculiar characters
strewn throughout the grid of vendors
where treasures are found buried amongst
carefully constructed piles of the past.
My niece is an expert at making me smile
at any time no matter what thoughts are
meandering through my mind or troubling
my heart.
A relic of my father's childhood sits in the pasture
behind us where, as a child, I roamed around
on the back of our pony, Velvet, and
climbed about the hayloft in the barn.
The '51 has seen better lazy Sundays
dragging my father and his sisters to and from
church and across the dusty dirt roads of
Tunkhannock's outskirts.
It's small sights like this, hidden away between
shadows or around corners, that you'll miss
if you're always looking for the end of the
path and never take a moment to
rest and look around.
Wandering amongst the trees,
with only a slight breeze and the rustling
of critters looking for a mid-winter snack,
brings me a moment of peace.
The sun never fails to peak around trunks
and shine through the pines up on the hill.
One day, I hope to look out of my front window
here in the pasture and see this view.
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