(dedicated to the memory of lewis elmo webster of san fernando, ca)
UNCLE ELMO OUR "ROCK RUSTLER" (dedicated to the memory of lewis elmo webster of san fernando)
as children, we gathered them along the river, and in our ploughed fields... pretty little pebbles, shiny small nuggets, all colors glowing, flash firing caressed by sunlight... oh how we loved them, loaded them into our match box treasure chests, played with them... this piece of obsidian, glowing black, is a fine mustang stallion and the rose quartz crystal his hs strawberry roan lead mare, and this red and black jasper a fine pinto indian pony fit for a chief... and this solid red stone a hereford bull and the lace agate a black whiteface cow... endless hours of playtime fun, until my uncle elmo came to visit... he would eagerly look at all our semi precious stone pebble toys and praise us for our discoveries, funny... after he went home all the prettiest and best were gone, as well, funnier still, how years later i found them again in a donated display from my "uncle elmo"... a part of the geologist collection at the los angeles county museum...
I just reviewed FT's piece that this poem inspired in him. I think I grew up in the wrong place because your nature pieces are so inspired by the memories of your upbringing (as are FT's); my suburbanite childhood is not memorable in any nature-inspired way. The writing in this piece, the imagery flecked with bright colors and the metaphorical animals all combine with the beautiful photo to make this such a memorable write. I am saving this in my library favorites to savor over and over again. take care...dan
one child's play thing becomes a museum's gem :)...this is a great story, Jeannemarie... I played with periwinkles and kelp along the coves scattered throughout the village but I am pretty sure those 'gems' have long since disappeared except for the imprints they have left on the shelves of my mind...