is it?
"the hand too amicably upon my thigh"
or
"the hand too, amicably on my thigh"
thanks for the choice of thoughts
Tony
----- Original Message -----
From: "D.C Bursey" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, January 04, 2003 6:01 AM
Subject: Re: newsub/gan
> Colin
> I like this the images seem avoided, left to my imagination
> and that is a scary place sometimes
> good reading
> dc
>
> shifted it around a bit suggestions only, to have or delete,
> [=out, (= in
>
>
> At the Mujahadeen base, Afghanistan 1989
>
>
> I remember
> the base where we stayed
> [as] young observers
> learning about life,
> the innocent stream
> down from the hill
> [and the] trees whose shade we lazed in
> while we waited for events [to begin.]
>
> I remember
> from the side of my eye
> glancing a lone dog,
> [large and] threadbare far off,
> at night, when I went for water
> [seeing it] across the stream,
> watching long before I did,
> [and] gone(,) when I saw him.
>
> [Only later ]when I thought back
> on youth and war,
> like many things
> seen afterwards
> for what they are
> did I realise it was a wolf
> living on the margins
> of its ravaged land.
>
> I remember
> sitting in a truck,
> among some fighting men,
> the hand too
> amicably on my thigh,
> what[ I could] not [have] imagined then,
> imagined now,
> the proximity of the wolf's eye.
>
>
>
> "Dewar Colin [FVPC]" wrote:
>
> > At the Mujahadeen base, Afghanistan 1989
> >
> > I remember the base where we stayed
> > as young observers learning about life,
> > the innocent stream down from the hill
> > and the trees whose shade we lazed in
> > while we waited for events to begin.
> >
> > I remember from the side of my eye
> > glancing a lone dog, large and threadbare far off,
> > at night, when I went for water
> > seeing it across the stream,
> > watching long before I did,
> > and gone when I saw him.
> >
> > Only later when I thought back on youth and war,
> > like many things seen afterwards for what they are
> > did I realise it was a wolf
> > living on the margins of its ravaged land.
> > I remember sitting in a truck, among some fighting men,
> > the hand too amicably on my thigh,
> > what I could not have imagined then, imagined now,
> > the proximity of the wolf's eye.
> >
> > Colin
>
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