Workshops With Gurney
Workshops With Gurney
First
the miles rolled out before me
and behind me.
Excitement drove me.
Who would I meet?
What would I learn?
Would I return with more
than I came with.
I was younger
naïve in many ways
with no real understanding
of where I was going
or why.
Hills and valleys
wide roads then
narrow ones up and down
to places foreign to me.
But when I saw
a familiar face
I felt at ease.
A little later
around the table
with strangers
I realized we spoke the same language.
Some with a different cadence
some with a different tone …accent…
I felt alive.
Hours
around that table
led to words strung out
across pages and pages…
with ideas and images
I never knew I had.
I fell in love.
I fell in love with
the place
the people
the words
the ideas
the dreams.
And I knew
the smells
the mountains and
he words oh, yes, the words and
myself.
Years passed and
yet we still came back
to those same trees
those same hills
knowing this time
it would be different. Yet we knew the treasures
we would leave with.
Now
today
years and tears
later we sit together
in a different place
with the same hopes
always fueled by the love
Hazel Green
showed us.
We change with the seasons
but we never changed
the need to return.
Tony Sexton
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I like the way the indented lines give the poem more texture. There’s nothing quite like being with people who “speak the same language.” I remember Harry Brown using the phrase once.
Thank you, Gaby for all your comments, They have meant a lot to me. I am going to miss this.
Hazel Green and Hindman have much in common–indelible memories and a permanent boost to our attempt at writing.