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PAUSE TO REFLECT

Walking across a new plowed field
fishing rod and lure box in my hand.
What might on this trip be revealed
as I cross this ancient piece of land
on the way to my fishing hole?

The new dirt has a bit of crust
from hard rain a few days ago
and it's colored a deep shade of rust.
Bad knees make my progress slow
unlike when cartilige was whole.

Three or four steps then look around
judging distance to small pond's shore
and a few glances at the ground.
I see some deer crossed here before
on their way to that wooded knoll.

A few more yards, a change in soil
now a narrow band of rocky gray.
I pause again in midst of toil
to let the knee's ache fade away
then smile at a hill left by a mole.

On that mole hill, a flash of white.
I bend to the stone and pick it up,
a quartz spear point lit by sun's light
now rests in my old palm's cup,
a reward for this morning's stroll.

My head rises to look around
and I see this place as years ago
before a plow ere touched this ground
when only oaks and pines would grow
providing duff for questing vole.

Back then a warrior came this way
likely hunting buffalo or deer.
He'd hurled his spear and made his play
then missed and lost this stone point here.
On quartz time took but minor toll.

I rub my thumb along the cutting edge
then pocket the point, I came to fish.
Soon I'm at the water's nearer edge
listening to my fly line swish
already a good day for my soul.

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For those who wonder where I got the contest quartz points
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1st stanza 3rd line
who know

who could know?
who knew?

Chrys
Let your mercy spill on all these burning hearts in hell(Leonard Cohen)

Dang typos! Good thing other eagle eyes are spotting them for me lol........stan

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your rhyme is perfect. It's that damn rhythm that throws me! The story is as good as any and better than some that you have written. I'm glad that I stopped by for this one!
~ Gee

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

Yeah, the meter and I don't always get along. But I always go back and do s bunch of editing over time so perhaps this one will eventually get to where I don't have readers stumbling all over it and falling in the stream lol. Appreciate your dropping by.........stan

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ere I become breathless
like an exhausted man....
trying to make out
whenever I can
what a man!
am I or are we
dear friend Stan!
Epicurial poetry I cannot understand!

I hardly think this can be called an epic lol. I appreciate your dropping by though..........stan

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we enter tomorrow
even before the day is over
try flying east to west....

in whenever I begin a greeting with "Hi". And sometimes I don't notice it having done so........stan

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I try to stay away
but can I?
all doubt
thanks Stan
u clear my way

Do read my bliss
as your better half
you still kiss

always said not to try to use a tool which is smarter than you are..........and here I am using this magic writing box lol...........stan

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an intelligent man
mine too was
left behind in me
a DWARF !

I see I am mentioned before I even put on a comment.
Good write, here we use to live just down the road from "Grimes Graves" it was a place they use to dig out and use flint for arrows and axes also spears, this went right back to the stone age, before the English Channel was formed to cut us off from Europe, the people would come from a lot of Europe to mine for the flint stones.
Grime's Graves or Grimes Graves is a large Neolithic flint mining complex in Norfolk, England, though Brandon, Suffolk is the nearest town. It was worked between circa 3000 BC and circa 1900 BC, although production may have continued well into the Bronze and Iron Ages (and later) owing to the low cost of flint compared with metals. This is even after we had built Stonehenge.
Another bit of useless info lol..
You take care out there and enjoy your fishing,
Yours Ian..

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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

Most points I've found were scattered but I once did find a small quartz quarry (maybe 15' x 15') where the Indians used to knap out their cutting and hunting edges. It was amusing that there were so many half finished points where it was obvious that one wrong strike had ruined a point being made and the resulting bungle was thrown down in disgust lol...........stan

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