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Now Playing: Dad's Impression with his 'rocks and hunting tales'
Topic: Travel stories/Poetry
All my life my dad has had a thing about arrowheads, hunting and making sure these ethical foundations were passed along to us kids!
One Father's Day i worked up something specifically about an episode I recall as a girl on one of his expeditions (and for those I am FOREVER GRATEFUL!). He was THE BEST storyteller when it came to picking up a real and tangible piece of life----thank GOD he loved us enough to pass on to us his perspective...plus all those trips cross country to monument sites!
I wrote this for my dad as a father's day gift to show him my appreciation for all of those moments in our past together...and for him to see the difference his wisdom has made in the lives of us kids!

The Zen Of A Stone

While walking long a creekbed
That clove a sunlit vale
My dad picked up a rock and bade me
listen to it's tale.....
I laughed and said "No rock can speak"!...
And then his face grew stern...
"Hush"! he said, "And listen close...
and maybe you will learn"!

"Two hundred years ago or more
A young brave passed this way....
In search of what may make him be
A better man someday".
Instead he met a brooding buck
Foraging alone
The stalking youth who watched his prey
prepared no wood nor bone.......
So all along this bed he crept...
A quick and stealthy stride...
To set about his father's work...
And this he did with pride!
Carefully, he delved the depths
Of waters now of lore....
To seek the tools his father sought so many times before....
But trees back then were foolish,
and they gossiped on the gale....
They nearly cost this boy his buck
by carrying his tale!
But GOD gives all a time and place,
and that's the way of life......
The buck fell here......
That boy grew up.....
And THIS here was his knife"!

J. Arnold
@1999