8/13/10

Ode to the Rocking Chair
Glenn Keller


In each man's heart and seldom shared

some passion burns and flares

in mine when silence takes me there

doth creak the rocking chairs


there's nothing there of power

nor bold display of might

in fact the humble cane and wood

seem fragile, weak, and light


the symphony of squeaks and groans

syncopate with creaks of bones

yet still reverberate the tones

of laughing youth, and lover's moans


the wood is etched, yet hid from view

with loving tools, and from that grew

a place for love to be so true...

a place to sit and be with you


In August's sun, or April rain

we sit upon the supple cane

and touching binds our love in gain

in sickness, health, in joy or pain


there hearks upon the heavens fair

the angel's glorious aires

but sweeter still, without compare

doth creak the rocking chairs!


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Glenn Keller is a writer, father, geek, and avid fan of old, slow vehicles, who lives on the coast of Oregon with endangered things. He is currently working on a series of short stories about the delicacies of parenting, with a twist of autism and other disabilities.