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| Photo of Jocelyn II, courtesy Terry Utas |
Here's a poem that sorts it out better than a whole whack of description ever could.
_____Jocelyn
I am an old woman now.
I sit in the sun
and I remember.
I remember how the sun felt
on my face
when I was young.
It feels the same today.
I sat under trees
or in them.
I climbed on the combine
and jumped off into the
waiting arms of nothing.
I hung from the swingset by
my knees for a
fresher view of the world.
And I threw rocks in the
creek.
I rode my bike
and sometimes took it apart
for fun.
I slept in freshly ploughed
dirt
and swam in mud puddles.
I am an old woman now.
I sit in the sun and
remember.
And I smile.______
Jocelyn is my middle name. When I was very young we had a jersey cow that I named Jocelyn. Using the name for the poem served as an anchor.
Several years cousin Terry offered her internet circle the chance to name the new ranch calves and I had the honour of naming the above calf Jocelyn.
As for being an old woman, I am not even close. That's straight up poetic licence, that is.
