Saturday, August 23, 2008
Two Pictures That Inspired Beneath The Grove of Trees
It could be said that many images inspired the first draft of Beneath The Grove of Trees . However , the two below were used when I started writing the poem. The Nazi organization had death camps such as Auschwitz surrounded by trees. Beneath the grove of trees was actually a caption used on the top photograph. Thank you for reading.
Beneath The Grove of Trees - (1st Draft)
Looking into their eyes, I have to wonder if they knew?
Did they understand that the time beneath the grove of trees was their last?
Children played, old men talked, and women handed out bread
Soon they lined up and marched like good little soldiers
They carried their clothing, suitcases, toys, and
whatever else they brought on the train ride from home.
Coats, hats, scarfs, and shoes, socks, undergarments
treasures to those conducting the day.
Home, roundup, train, gun, and a pleasant place beneath the grove of trees
Some must have asked what it all could mean
Stand tall little ones as you march by, old ones lift your chins up
look brave for the photographs, soon it will be all that’s left.
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty and so on
decades that roll by and the photographs live on.
Looking into their eyes, I have to wonder if they knew?
Did they understand that time beneath the grove of trees was their last?
Their faces, their eyes, their fear and their common star
reminds us all today that they did not understand.
We now understand that the time beneath the grove of trees was their last
and photographs remind us. Never Again!
(Clinton Thomas ©2008)
Did they understand that the time beneath the grove of trees was their last?
Children played, old men talked, and women handed out bread
Soon they lined up and marched like good little soldiers
They carried their clothing, suitcases, toys, and
whatever else they brought on the train ride from home.
Coats, hats, scarfs, and shoes, socks, undergarments
treasures to those conducting the day.
Home, roundup, train, gun, and a pleasant place beneath the grove of trees
Some must have asked what it all could mean
Stand tall little ones as you march by, old ones lift your chins up
look brave for the photographs, soon it will be all that’s left.
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty and so on
decades that roll by and the photographs live on.
Looking into their eyes, I have to wonder if they knew?
Did they understand that time beneath the grove of trees was their last?
Their faces, their eyes, their fear and their common star
reminds us all today that they did not understand.
We now understand that the time beneath the grove of trees was their last
and photographs remind us. Never Again!
(Clinton Thomas ©2008)
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Proud Dad
You all can't imagine how proud I was when my 13 year-old son shared some of his fiction with me. It seems that writing runs in the family. Although I have no idea who the characters are, he assures me that his stories are read by friends and well liked. I must admit, I can understand why. They are good! As soon as he has a page up, I'll post it here.
Way to go Blake
Way to go Blake
Friday, December 28, 2007
Vote for me! Yes, it's Vain, I know.
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