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The Gazeebo: Back to the Values

Hey everyone!

First, I want to update you all on the Borders situation; they called me today and… I didn’t get the job.  So that’s kind of a sad thing, but I’ll just keep looking for a job 🙂  Though, one good twist to this is that today is my birthday – gonna be hangin out with a friend during the day and then seein the show “Hello, Dolly!”  My sister is doing the lights for the show so that’s pretty cool too 🙂

Anyway, in other news, I’ve been thinking the past few days about me and the way I am now versus how I was just a year ago.  One of the biggest changes is that a year ago, I often flinched whenever I even uttered a cuss word; now, my sister and dad are saying I almost cuss too much lol.  So, one night listening to country music on my way to the grocery store, while thinking about one really special person to me, and decided that I need to get back to the values that I stood by so much when I was younger.  So, I’ve decided that I’m gonna try and cool down on the cussing, among some other things that I’ve been thinking about.  Of course, a year ago, I was living with my parents as I am now and had that year of finding my true self and am really grateful for that year at the University due to that.  However, some of those things that changed about me need to be revised; others won’t be touched, and still others need time before they change, if they ever do lol.  But, that’s really all on that.

Now, on to the poem.  I’ve debated about adding this one for a little while due to some revisions that need to be done for it, but what better place than here to post it?  I mean seriously that is the point of this category of The Gazeebo: A Poet’s Place 🙂  Anyway, the poem was written in high school and was thrown into a workshop for my poetry class at the University, but I never got feedback for it in order for me to officially revise it.  So, here it is.


As I wake up

And step outside

Into the cool, early morning,

The sound of blue jays

And the breeze blowing through the trees

Welcomes me

With a gentle hand.

As I begin

Towards the empty space

Where my cabin sat for almost a century,

The sight of roaming land

And the green abundance of spring

Embraces me

With a warm grasp.

As I continue down the road

Towards the pond

Where my Uncle’s cattle come to water,

The smell of fresh pine

And the cool grass

Surrounds me

With a reassuring hold.

Ten years ago,

My father taught me of the sounds, sights, and

Smells of our land.

He taught me of the blue jays

And how the breeze moves the trees.

He taught me of the pine trees and grass

And the springtime wonderland.

He taught of the history of our cabin

And the good old days when it stood.

As I go out

Over the long stretches of land

To where past owners grew their corn,

I think back of how my father

Taught me to live, love, and respect our land

And I embrace it

With a lifelong hold.

© Jesse McDowell Lungren



June 23, 2011 Posted by | Your Lungren Originals | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment


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