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A Walk in My World
Carolyn Chilton Casas


Down our narrow lane, turn right.
One more Indian summer day,
even this late in November.
A red-headed woodpecker beckons,
pecking away at a topless tree.
Almost at hill’s crest, a young girl, her mother
and small brother stocking the farm stand.
Their century-old clapboard house sits off
to the side, reminding me of the house
where I lived at her age. We wave. She’s barefoot,
minding her brother like I would have been, marooned
on our wooded parcel, eager to see someone new.
In the 40’s my father bought the house
by silent bid, $525 for the doctor’s old residence
on the White Earth Indian Reservation,
might be called Native American now.
He dug out a full basement on eighty acres
given to him by his father, then moved his proud
acquisition the short distance by hay wagon.
Walking back down the hill, a red-tailed hawk
floats by; I call up and she circles overhead
in a spiral of recognition.  A deer watches
as I pass by the neighbor’s back fence,
undecided to bolt. I reassure him.
I think he knows my voice,
he a daily visitor to our home.

© by Carolyn Chilton Casas.
Used with the author’s permission.



Carolyn Chilton Casas lives on the central coast of California. A Reiki Master and teacher, she often explores ways of healing in her writing. Carolyn's stories and poems have appeared in numerous publications and she is the author of one poetry collection, Our Shared Breath. A new collection, Under the Same Sky, is forthcoming. Carolyn enjoys hiking and beach volleyball; learn more about her on Instagram at mindfulpoet_ .


Post New Comment:
michael escoubas:
This poem keeps our colorful and often work-laden past in play . . . full of animals, birds and aromas. We're back there . . . nicely done, Carolyn.
Posted 11/28/2020 11:13 AM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love this picturesque nostalgia poem. I recognize the redheaded woodpecker, hawk and the deer. They are regular visitors at my home too.
Posted 11/28/2020 10:36 AM
Jean Colonomos-1:
A beautiful moment visiting your memory lane.
Posted 11/28/2020 10:10 AM
Larry Schug:
This poem is a total immersion in a moment. I wonder where the rest of my life went as I was reading this.
Posted 11/28/2020 08:28 AM

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