“Climb with me, Nana.
I want to go to the top.
Nobody else will go.
Imagine the top of the mountain, Nana.
I want to see the world from the top.”
The words struck deep.
And the vinegar in her veins
Became new wine
Strong exhilarating vital
New wine in an old bag.
“Look at the world from here, Nana.
Wow!”
Wow! indeed, Child. Wow! indeed.
A new vista she had nearly denied herself
Outside and in.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
absolutely fantastic. I particularly like the last line; a new vista she had nearly denied herself outside and in. For me the fact she made it to the top sold me the idea that the old girl still has the spunk in her for the sake of her grandchildren. My thoughts are that many would be the same from the older generation. a different breed they are than us soft 'gits.'
Brilliant, absolutely brilliant cynthia.
best wishes,
Mike
x
I have to echo Laura - a very big "awww" and the "old bag" - not a bit of it but excellent humour and I totally get what you mean. A super poem. X
made me smile, cynthia - perfect for a saturday morning read x
Anything which celebrates hills is good for me, but particularly enjoyed this Cynthia. Neat play on Matt 9:17
I enjoyed this too, Cynthia, agree with Laura. :)
I like it too :)
Philipos
Thu 10th Nov 2011 21:53
Climbing mountains is always a challenging experience and helps us to view the world through other eyes. No enthusiasm is greater than a child's.
Nice one Cynthia you took us on the ascent.
Awww - what a lovely piece. I love the vinegar to wine and in the 'old bag' - funny, clever, and poignant :)
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sun 20th Nov 2011 14:35
Thanks for your comments, WOL friends. Children are always a spur, and the grandchildren of your own loins even more so. I marvel at the persuasive arguments of the first stanza - a kid's innate rules of rhetoric, highly effective.