Funny how things work out; I wrote a rough draft of this poem a couple days ago, while commenting on a fellow Texas poet’s poem. Then, here she is, Ms. Gay Reiser Cannon, hosting dVerse Poets Pub’s FormForAll, and daring us to do some “Triversen”, or some such. Mine probably fits the some such category, but I think y’all will enjoy it.
Panhandle Wind
My grandpa was a storyteller
Everyone called him, Bunk
He had a quip for every occasion
My favorite was about the Texas panhandle
That place where the wind blows
All day, every day, or so it seems
Bunk would say it was the only place
A man could stand knee-deep in mud
And have sand blow in his face
When I was ten or so
I’d spend a summer week or two
With my cousin, up near Amarillo
The wind bout drove me crazy
Howlin’ when we’d go to sleep
And still howlin’ when we woke up
We’d play baseball most days
In the vacant lot behind the house
Me and Ed; one batter, one fielder
If you hit a short high pop up
To straight-away center field
It would come back to you
A little dance and shuffle step
You could take another swing at it
Hit the same pitch twice
Ed runnin’ full tilt, hollerin’, I got it, I got it
See me lookin up with the bat cocked
Hit the dirt, yellin’ bad things ‘bout my mama
Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn
ManicDdaily said
Ha. Very charming. The wind not the only thing howling! k.
charlesmashburn said
You mean Ed? He’d a been howlin’ if I’d got a hold of that ball!
Thanks, K!
Sherry Mashburn said
I’m sure many in the Panhandle can relate to this!!
charlesmashburn said
Yes’m!
Gay said
Oh Charles – those summers with cousins. You capture it well. This poem could have gone on and on for me (see this if you have time where I did go on and on and on. http://beachannysworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/visit-to-outpost-texas.html).
It certainly breathes a triversen – it certainly captures time and place – and if the metaphor isn’t Texas it surely could be America back before..well before whatever it is now. If you decide to expand it (and you could — infinitely) you might bring it back ’round to the land, and the wind and the sky.
charlesmashburn said
Oh, yes, I could go on and on with this one. I don’t have the patience for long poems though, so maybe I’ll just follow it with some sequels. (I will take a look at the one you’ve linked!)
And, I reckon you know not to get me started on “whatever this is now”. I look longingly back at the way it was.
Thanks, Gay!
Victoria C. Slotto said
I suspect your grandfather was an incredibly important force in your life (as was mine). I love the voice in this poem, Charles, and the whole feeling of that Texas atmosphere.
charlesmashburn said
He was indeed, Victoria. I miss him a bunch.
Thanks for the kind comments!
siggiofmaine said
I am with Victoria on the voice of the poem…it really spoke volumes.
The voice stayed with me from start to finish…
would love to read more of these stories of your grandfather.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
charlesmashburn said
I have some poems on my blog about Bunk; more to come also. I could write a book about that man.
Thanks for the wonderful comment, Siggi!
Polly Robinson said
I like it – like the sound of your grandad – like the cut of his gib
charlesmashburn said
He was a good one, Polly. I always say, “I hope I’m like him.”
brian miller said
haha…i think you got a bit of the story teller in you as well sir….enjoyed this tremendously, esp thinking about my own days playing short handed baseball…smiles….and never talk bad about mama…smiles.
charlesmashburn said
Compared to Bunk, I don’t know, Brian. I feel like an amateur.
Yeah, me and Ed played us many a game, just the two of us. Them was the days, man!
Susan said
I love the swinging rhythm of this piece, with grandpa Bunk talking, the sand blowing, the wind howling and then a closeup an you two howling baseball fiends. I think the wind could come back toward the end, but I really like the idea of a sequel. You attracted me through this one and now i want more.
charlesmashburn said
Well jeez. I suppose I coulda put another stanza in there about the wind. But… I was concerned about gettin long-winded!
I have some other good stories about me and Ed, and at least one is another involving the wind.
I’ll have to work on that.
Thanks for the great comment, Susan!
henryclemmons said
it sure is windy in that neck of the southern 48. Great picture for me. I enjoyed very much.
charlesmashburn said
Thank you very much, Henry! I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Bodhirose said
Really enjoyed the little slice of Americana here, Charles…fun. That howling wind reminded me of Kansas..where one of my sisters live.
charlesmashburn said
Yes’m. Texas doesn’t have exclusive rights to the howlin stuff, but they sure get their share up there in the panhandle.
Thanks for stopping by!
leahJlynn said
nice southern story and grand pa sounds pure for this write. Go going
charlesmashburn said
Thank you, Leah! I’m glad you like it!
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said
Wliiam Carlos Williams’ assertion was that the triversen was a quintessential American form… and here you’ve used it to frame a story around the quintessential American sport. So very apt.
charlesmashburn said
Awesome! Thanks, Samuel!
marousia said
Fantastic story – the form is a perfect vehicle for the story
charlesmashburn said
Thank you very much for the kind words, Marousia!
kaykuala said
That’s just wonderful Charles! Spending summer hols with your cousins would have been fun! Thanks for sharing!
Hank
charlesmashburn said
Yes it waas a wonderful time, Hank. Thank you!
pandamoniumcat said
A terrific poem, I really enjoyed it.
charlesmashburn said
Thank you very much, Dianne!
soulsongsharonlee said
Loved this… quirky and homespun.
charlesmashburn said
Why, yes… yes I am! 🙂
Thank you very much, Sharon!
Raivenne said
Oh my, this reminds me of so many summers down south with my cousins. Charming.
charlesmashburn said
I miss those times!
Thanks for stopping by Raivenne!
hedgewitch said
You know here in Okieland(and hailing originally from a hideous place called the Windy City–shhhh don’t tell the neighbors) I can identify with every word of this. We had a storm through last night that blew five or six limbs off our neighbor’s backyard cottonwood over his roof and into our front yard. Liked this a lot, Charles–definitely not a swing and a miss.
charlesmashburn said
Oh, I’m very familiar with Okielnd and its weaather. Mom lives in OKC, and they actually have a storm cellar! Yikes! I was in OKC several years ago, and went fishing with a friend–I should say, tried to go fishing–and every time we’d throw the line out, the wind would blow it over our heads. It’s a lot like the panhandle of Texas, in that I wonder why people live there!
Thanks for the wonderful comment! I appreciate it very much!
Heaven (@asweetlust) said
Nice story telling Charles, it reminds me of my boyish and fun childhood ~ Enjoyed the visit ~
http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.ca/2012/06/to-young-lady.html
charlesmashburn said
I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Thanks for stopping by!
John (@bookdreamer) said
Nice story from a world and childhood so utterly different to mine of pit villages and city slums with dysfunctional families
charlesmashburn said
My childhood wasn’t all baseball and cousins, John, but I do know, and am thankful, that compared to many others, it was a good one.
Thanks for the visit and comment.
David King said
Ha! Really enjoyed the mention of the boomerang hit!
charlesmashburn said
I can still see that baseball going up and drifting back toward me, Dave!
Thanks!
carolisle said
Charles so glad to meet you and your stories. Bein’ a Gal from Oklahoma I shouldn’t be talkin’ to you but gotta love your take on the wind 🙂
charlesmashburn said
Aw! Don’t be skeert, Carolisle! My mom lives in OKC, and I don’t hold it against her!
Glad you liked that windy tale, and I hope you enjoy some of my other offerings, too!
Glad to meet ya!
charlesmashburn said
Reblogged this on Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still… and know that I am God" and commented:
Bunk’s been gone a long time, and Cousin Ed passed on about a year and a half ago, but I still think of them often. I’m currently writing a novel based on my childhood, and Bunk and “Eddy” are two of the main characters. I can still see Bunk, eyes sparkling as he told us his tall tales and jokes. And cousin Eddy, well that boy had a grin that could light up the entire Lone Star state. Loved them both. Miss them a lot.
Susan Dennis said
I remember Bunk. He was a character, as was Eddy. I look forward to reading your book.
charlesmashburn said
Thanks, Susan! I’ll let you know when the book comes out. Probably early next year. Almost finished with the first draft, but then the real work begins.
Ken Mashburn said
Proud of you Bro! So nice to read positive comments about anything for a change. So tired of all the negative and the general election hasn’t even gotten underway. Keep up the good work Cheers Ken