Thursday, April 30, 2009

Moving South vs. Moving West


Home Expansion

When I close my eyes the needles
of longleaf pines still shine
in crepuscular light. Mocking
birds and cardinals pass
low over the back yard, conversing
about the trees. And when I steer
the Penske truck north next month,
the door of my Mississippi
home shut for the ultimate time,
Needles will cover my path
and the birds will follow me out
into the Pacific.

Dan Morris

It's the last day of April and the end of National Poetry Month. Dan wrote 30 poems.
I thought this poem was fitting.

The photos are from our big move to Mississippi three years ago.
Crazy how fast time flies.
I never would have said that a year and a half ago.

By the way, Dan is beardless. Why? Because he had just finished working on the trains at Disneyland for the summer. He was a really cute train conductor.
xoxo

4 comments:

Roger and Melissa said...

Thid is my favorite poem of Dan's so far. I have decided to wait until you move to give you your prize. I'm sure you don't want to deal with any more stuff...HAPPY ADVENTURE!

lindsey said...

i agree with roger and melissa. this is one of my favorites as well. i love his pairing of words. where was dan when this southerner moved north and now tends to not see the sun in weeks?!! love the polaroids as well. you are my daily smile.

xoxo

Anonymous said...

I like this poem, Dan. I will be fasting on Sunday. Congrats on all your effort and the big reward...Graduation!!!!!Love, Mommy

Anonymous said...

who is that guy in the pic??? jk