Pizza~Baked Spaghetti a Fox & Poetry??

Odd combo??? Yeah…it is sorta’ an odd title but let me give ya’ the low down and you will soon come to an understanding.  With the passing of my “GRAND”mother came a poem. YES…sir-ee-bob my brother used words to honor her and her love of poetry. He was able to capture the her time-line of events brilliantly.  I will post the poem just below the blog entry but I still have to tell you the scoop on the title.  I was honored to have lunch with a dear friend/neighbor on Monday.  We decided that if we girls were gonna’ have a day to ourselves we were most certainly not gonna’ cook.  The next best thing to home-cookin’ is the local Giovanni's!! I am sure you have a childhood favorite and this greeezeee pizza dive is the place.  I ordered a small pizza loaded just the way I like~~allll veggies and Corrine ordered baked spaghetti with a roll not garlic bread (just thought I would give you all the details).  See how this is all coming together?? I am not so crazy after-all!!! Well—that isn’t exactly true but oh well I can put it into words and one day it may come true.  Ok~~back to the fox and poetry thing. Corrine is also a lover of poetry and after hounding my brother for o’ a good month (you think I am kidding~~let me assure you I am NOT) for a copy of the poem.  I almost peeeeeed my pants when the email lady~~you know the one inside the computer…told me that I had mail from my brother.  I quickly copied and pasted it to my computer because I was afraid the lady would suck the email back into the black box because she likes to torture me like that.  Does your email man/lady play games with you?? After reading the poem over and over to myself I felt that I was ready to share the raw emotion I was feeling with Corrine which was a friend to “GRAND”ma as well.  So—we decided to make a poem/girl date for lunch ASAP~~which ended up being a pretty long time because of me and my crazee family having all these babies!! Please read the poem and think about it—then I will write another post soon explaining the meaning and see if you thought the same things that Corrine and I were thinking!! Now don’t get me wrong here—there were some items we were not sure about but we think that we might know what he was saying.  I will ask him eventually but this is not the right time.  However if you have a thought or comment about a part of the poem~~please write in the comment section below.  We might just see the poem in an entirely different light.  Oh…one more thing~~THANKS for your words John Taylor Biggs!! I know that “GRAND”ma would have been thrilled to pieces and so proud that she would have had one of those great BIG smiles that she so often wore~~and wore it well. 

Two Low Foxes

Two low foxes threaded through the tufts in the old cow-field

Here and there a bit of grayness jutting through the grasses

A quick glimpse of ear and snout

Needling through the fescue in the day’s last flicker

When they were young their paws treaded lightly

Wary of the old woman and her soft, lingering eyes

Of the stray dog

Of the road and it’s machines

Two silhouettes shuffled past the arm chair

And past the thick scent of late coffee

Out into the twilight

One bent slightly with hands veined; paper thin

The other curled about the feet, arched it’s back

flicked it’s nervous tail

The old woman leaned and lingered at a near century of passing

Has known the plow and mule and saw their passing

Has known the old man and tractor and saw their passing

Has known the words upon the paper and saw their passing

One into the other as the evenings gathered

As the children grew

As the children’s children grew

One into the other and on

And the two low foxes moved through the old cow-field

Here and there a bit of grayness flickered

Shining in the evening’s last light

They no longer slink at the corner of the gully

But eye the familiar old woman

As they sidle past the barn toward the dim of the hollow

And the setting of the day

A near century of passing