“I think I’ll live in Arkansas, till the angels make it known, if my heart can stop its beating, and give me reason to go home’, Says the frail and little woman between her sisters on the porch. As if an answer to the statement, or a question that had no start. A rumble sounds in distant heavens. Could be a storm or the cherubim of the ark. “They could be moving in the bottom, near the tombs onto the right”, says the younger of the sisters, a nervous strain fills her eyes. In a chorus of trio moving, the three heads turn to look away, at the small family cemetery in the meadow oft halfway in their sight.
The sisters sit immobile in the slight evening breeze, the whining of a porch chain, rhymes to the tapping of the eldest feet. The meadow out before them, surrounded by Elm Branch Creek. Bubbling from some deep vale in the darkness beneath old seas. The June bugs sing of summer, the battle of the heat, beneath a nearby Elm tree, a shadow moves its feet. If time were not temperamental. In glades of simple green. Then the grass beyond the front porch would have seen Eden’s dreams. “Could be time for evening cobbler”, says the youngest sister fair, “I know it’s well before dinner, but somehow I don’t really care”. A low cloud moves like a curtain. Open to a late afternoon light blue sky. “There is an early moon brewing”, says the oldest sister with a sigh.
So, the three watch the meadow. They peer out carefully. Three in one they know what is there, and they observe the shimmer leave. “Would that be a man a standing by that old Elm tree”, says the youngest sister to no one listening, for one of them can’t breathe. The heat has turned and moved the shadow out near the cemetery, and the two watch one retrieved. The sky turns on a second to winter and then by the sun it’s seized. The phantom takes a soul on forever, and a spirit is received. Gently so tenderly the eldest sister controls a sneeze, turning she pats her middle sister upon her stiffing knee. “Comfort dear, we saw you flying, and soon we will be along, but first your younger sister and I are going to have some cobbler, it’s calling us with its song. – 05.20.2018 – דָּנִיֵּאל
This is classic Americana writing. Beautiful descriptions.
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Thank you, I appreciate your kind compliment.
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I read a book several years back about porch stories, mostly from the American South. I have looked in vain to find it again or to remember the authors name. Your post reminded me so much of that wonderful book. Beautiful writing.
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Hi Kim, if you should ever come across the book again, I would very much be interested in the author’s name. Thank you so much for your kind words about my writing.
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I will see what I can find Daniel. I am sure I have it somewhere around the house. 😉 Will let you know as soon as I find it.
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Will look forward to it. 🙂
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The simplicity of this beautiful prose holds much in complexity. I would like to read more. 🙂
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Thank you Cassie, I have a few other stories here and there on the sisters, and do plan more for the future. I think you described them well, they are simplicity in complexity. 😉
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I went back and found a couple of the stories you referred to, and adore each one, with perhaps the “Daisy and Mars one being my favorite. 😉
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❤ this Daniel, reminds me of my grandmothers place in South Carolina.
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Hi Gigi, Thank you for sharing that with me about your grandmothers place. I would imagine it is every bit as precious as the sisters.
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Daniel, I have the best memories from visiting there. My Aunts would all be there, and there would be porch parties with iced tea and lemonade. 🙂
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Sometimes, I set a spell upon the sofa swing on that porch. I eat my cobbler just before dinner. Oh look, my cobbler has turned to red wine! Sister left a few years ago, and now I am sensitive to time, to that old elm and and the coming evening’s breeze.
Here, I sing the songs, all my favorites remembered. Singing louder than thunder, I feel free. After all, there’s no one left to hear, when I go off key.
Daniel,
This is a lovely, peaceful piece you wrote! It has inspired my above words..
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Perhaps some day we shall sit somewhere on a porch together my friend and reminisce about Whitby tales and Hardy boys and Nancy Drew adventures. You with your wine, and me with my beer. Maybe follow up shots of hot gin. 😉 Thank you for your wonderful comment. 🙂
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😀 😀
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This was precious Daniel, what memories you must come from. I love each tale of the sisters. ❤
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Thank you Lauren, yes they were and are wonder memories. Wishing you a great evening my friend, thank you for your comment.
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Your welcome. 🙂
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Dear Daniel, This was exquisite I love the picture you have painted with your lovely words. What a way to go! ❤ Ruby
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Thanks Ruby, we should all be so lucky. 😉
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Dear Daniel, there is something to be said for the lifestyle that are ancestors had. They might not have lived as long, but still they were healthier in mind soul and body. ❤ Ruby
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Beautiful and relaxing prose Daniel. I could visualize each word. ❤
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Thank you Jane for your kind comment, so happy you liked this piece.
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Your welcome Daniel. 🙂
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I enjoyed this Daniel, if you add some to it I would enjoy a book coming out of this type of material. I have always enjoyed the American South and the writing that comes out of that region. Big fan of Faulkner.
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Hi Steve, I am right there with you big fan of “Southern Gothic”. I have flirted with the idea before, my wife keeps telling me do it, not sure why I don’t. 😉
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Go for it man, bite the bullet, I will be first in line for a signed copy! 🙂
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I had to stop and absorb the following words,”So, the three watch the meadow. They peer out carefully. Three in one they know what is there, and they observe the shimmer leave. “Would that be a man a standing by that old Elm tree”, says the youngest sister to no one listening, for one of them can’t breathe. ” I read and re-read them that moment was beautifully written Daniel.
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Thank you, honestly it was a hard part to write, I kept redoing it. I am happy you liked the way it turned out, makes me feel like I did the right thing.
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Your welcome, the best lines in my opinion are sometimes the hardest to put down. 😉
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Daniel, this was another favorite for me in your “sisters” them. I like the themes you establish, regarding the “Whitby Ladies”, the “Sisters” or even “the Hardy Boys”. That seems to be your greatest comfort zone. Shalom, Heather ❤
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Hi Heather, You are right I do like doing the themes. Trying to work on a Hardy Boys piece now but a little stuck. Thank you for your continued reading and wonderful comments.
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Daniel, I will be looking forward to it. No rush!!!! 😉 ❤
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Fantastic wording again mate, I like the way you paint a picture with verbiage. 😉
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Thank you Shaun, really happy you liked this piece. 🙂
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YW Daniel!
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A great prose you have here Daniel, about a life forgotten or never experienced by most. You have given your reader a great glimpse into the past.
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Thank you Carmel for your kind words. I agree those times were privileged times, and unfortunately they are gone.
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Daniel, I got to thinking about this and I believe all things repeat, history being our guidebook here, so perhaps someday everybody will settle down, and porch swings will make a return. 😉
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Daniel, this was a darling whimsical piece. I adore your description of the sisters, and the approach to the end of life for the middle sister. We should each be so fortunate. You have a wealth of stories and I am taken with each one, but your trips into Americana are absolutely the best. Much respect A. ❤
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Hi Abigail, I appreciate your kind remarks. The care of the family for one another in “the greatest generation and before is something, unfortunately missing in our culture today It is that lost tune in Americana of the past that I miss. As always thank you for reading and commenting.
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Dear Daniel,
I would agree to the point of something lost in today’s culture when it comes to the caring for one another especially with family. The soul to soul touch points that have developed with communication and technology have taken that personal place and caring away. There is so much I instead of us wouldn’t you agree. ❤ A
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❤ this. Your rhyme is fantastic and the Lewis and Leigh cover of Elton's Country Comfort went really well with your words.
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Thank you for your comment. “Country Comfort has always been one of my favorites from the Elton John early era, I am happy you liked this piece and the Lewis and Leigh cover.
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Your welcome. 🙂
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Daniel this is a great story set to rhyme. The “Sisters” have knowledge that we all could use. 😉
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Hi Wang, I agree with that sentiment. Their knowledge goes beyond the pale of learning, and is somewhat mystical. Also it has a core of substance that I find in great folks like yourself my friend. 😉 Thank you for your comment.
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You give me too much credit Daniel, however I appreciate it. 😉 They had to live in a time of survival food, shelter. The porch was great entertainment. 😉
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Daniel, Your piece brought back so many memories of my grandmother and her porch. Growing up especially on a Sunday afternoon it was a lazy scene out of Mayberry. Thank you for bringing that memory to life.
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Thank you Ryan for sharing that. I can see that I always loved Mayberry. 😉 Was this in West Virginia?
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Yes it was home before and forever. 🙂
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This is such a neat piece Daniel. I love the setting, and the ending although a little sad none the less is beautiful. ❤
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Hi Qwen, I am happy you liked this piece, the setting was real as were the sisters, a little drama put into the death scene however, although I can tell you each of them went quiet peacefully. 😉 Thank you for you comment.
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That makes me feel even better about the story knowing the characters are real. It explains a lot. 😉
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For me this was almost a tear jerker, reminding me of my roots and the gentle spirits that brought me up, and the care in which they took to do so. There was many a porch sitting in a hot and hazy evening.
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Thank you Lynette for that memory. I have been pleasantly surprised at the reaction to this piece. Our roots when gentle to use your phrase lend so much to the quality person we can become. I appreciate you reading and your comments.
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Don’t be surprised Daniel, there are many people who still hold to the their foundations of faith and family. It is hard at times to know that but the whole world is not dark yet! 😉
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Daniel you have once again written to my heart and my past. Shade, cobbler (peach) and the front porch swing with lovely grandmothers and aunts in attendance. The tales told, and the spirit of family was enduring throughout the end of that generation. Thank you my young friend for this piece, it reminds me of so much that was good. Bill
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Thank you my friend for your sharing, I think Peach Cobbler is a wonderful treat on a porch, and to have a swing and wonderful wisdom from great matriarchs who could ask for more. 😉 I agree so much with your comment, thanks again for sharing it.
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Great company always made the cobbler better Daniel. I would look forward to that experience some day with you my young friend. 🙂
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You can count on it Bill. 😉
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🙂 Were on! 🙂
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Daniel this was lovely, and reminded me of growing up in Louisiana. 🙂
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Hi Delta, I am not surprised, for some reason I had you pegged in Mississippi but Louisiana is close enough. I am happy you liked this, Thank you. Were you from upper or lower Louisiana?
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Hi Daniel, i grew up outside Shreveport, upper west in Louisiana. Not to far from the Arkansas line. 😉
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