A Ferryman, Remembered
A ferryman once strong and bold
did pole across Savannah's width
upon a flatbed, back and forth,
a life, an age, forgotten not.
A son, his quest to find his past,
did walk a path to water's edge
and sailed a boat below the dam
where once his grandpa's house did rest.
Ten children raised; livestock and crops
did nourish them. The bottom-land
they hunted, trapped, and life prevailed.
Not mean, just tough; not rich, but poor.
A time well lived, of family,
of grit, tenacity, and love.
America's proud history,
of men and women working hard.
by Margaret Bednar, October 15, 2012
This is for IGWRT's Sunday Mini-Challenge - a quatrain, focusing on "In Memoriam". This was quite a juggle for me as rhythm and rhyme are things that do not come easy... and YES... I forgot the rhyme. (Sorry Kerry!) Please give me a break, and read "livestock" with emphasis on stock :)
I DID write three other poems with rhyme and they were boring and just BAD.
I think we can safely say, a ferryman poling across a river is a thing of the past, so this loosely ties into the theme. I am reading a book written by a fellow co-worker of my husband, Last Ride on Chamberlain's Ferry, a story about his Grandfather - and a place flooded by a dam. I believe it will eventually be available on Amazon in soft cover and e-reader format. HERE is an article about the book and a few excerpts from Dr. Steve Luking.
I plan on writing a poem about this book once I am done reading it, and will most likely write it in free verse. I hope to capture a way of life most of us can not imagine, but a time that isn't really all that long ago! So, I hope you look forward to another version!
... but thanks, Kerry, as I do think exercises like this are very beneficial and I look forward to them.
I also linked this with IGWRT's Open Link Monday as I was late getting this challenge done.