Minton’s Pond at Rose Hill

Pond 2017

A walk from the house past the blueberries and the vegetable garden will get you there.
At ninety-one she drives the lawnmower.
Pine trees and a bench
Mark the best place to fish.
Bream and bass bite the crickets from the Exxon store down the road
Eat the worms we found under leaf litter in Mingo swamp.

She goes there when the weather’s right for fishing.
Some days she just sits on the bench he made and looks out, remembering.
The calico cat that showed up after he died sits beside her,
nestling her arm while she fishes.
She, who never liked cats, rubs his head with her free hand,
Elderflower perfume penetrating the air.

Yellow jessamine hangs from the trees, scenting the air every March.
Wild black raspberries ripen there in July.
Goldenrod blooms when October arrives, and
Ducks dive from the banks in December.
Before he died they shared two hundred twenty-eight seasons,
Raised seven children who fished at Minton’s pond.

Children visit, bring bait and grandchildren.
Fish cleaned and fried in her kitchen minutes after they leave the pond
Water yesterday’s memories
Bring new life to the future of Minton’s Pond.

Ptc

 

 

18 comments

  1. Ptc,
    Ah, all the fixings of home. Rose Hill sounds wonderful. This particular writing draws me in closer; I’m right there with you. Your detailed image attracts any reader to step in closer. It looks so very peaceful. Your descriptions, even with the tug of nostalgic moments spent with loved ones in the past, paint family love in the best of ways. This poem evokes warmth–warm like sun slipping through the pines. Hope at Minton’s pond is alive. I enjoyed this reading with my early-morning coffee.
    Jan

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  2. With my second cup nearly gone and the daily bread kneading to be finished, I wander through these writings, recognizing and being surprised. Makes me want to write more. Thank you for the encouragement.
    ptc

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  3. Ptc,

    First the poem. It is gorgeous. It stops the world and lets peace and goodness settle in.
    Your writing has soul and it touches the soul of the reader.

    We use to make elderberry jelly and jam, as well as wild cherry, quince, blackberry, etc.
    We used the huckleberries for cobblers. You awaken the best memories of my childhood.

    The photograph is beguiling. I love everything about your Minton’s Pond at Rose Hill.

    I am puzzled that your old avatar is still showing up in posts, but the new one is showing
    up in the community album. I’m not sure why that is but I will attempt to find out today
    and post to this thread when I get an answer.

    Thanks for sharing your wonderful talent and memories.

    sarah

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    • Thank you, Sarah. I make herbal products, Elderberry syrup being one. In a few weeks I will scout out the area for protected wild ones, and an organic farmer friend invites me to collect and teach her how to make tinctures and syrups. I recently read of a skin salve made from leaves which I plan to try before fall.o
      Thanks for looking into the avatar ….I will try to settle my choices.😊
      Is there a way to post a slide show of 10-12 related images? A field trip to Minton’s Pond, for examp!e.
      ptc

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  4. Ptc,

    It changed immediately on my first change,

    When I attempted to change it back it is taking awhile.
    I think it confuses the system that I tried to make back to back changes
    and it pauses. We will see if it changes it back to the original as I have
    attempted to do.

    S

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  5. Hi Ptc

    I was totally immersed in the environs of “Minton Pond” and the beautiful strength/character of this incredible
    91 year old woman. What a beautiful person and soul she has portrayed through your words. I also love the details in this piece, the visual and the sensory. I am there in vivid color and context. I can really picture this scene and love this stanza , in particular,

    She goes there when the weather’s right for fishing.
    Some days she just sits on the bench he made and looks out, remembering.
    The calico cat that showed up after he died sits beside her,
    nestling her arm while she fishes.
    She, who never liked cats, rubs his head with her free hand,
    Elderflower perfume penetrating the air.

    Sometimes, I believe God sends us companions from the animal world to help us cope and find a sense of inner peace. I sense that from reading your poem. Thank you for sharing this one, it is an absolute joy to read!

    Take care,
    Wendy

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  6. Ptc,

    I don’t think the theme of this blog has the slide show feature.
    I will do some research and let you know. That would be really neat.

    I have a blog on Bing that does slide shows, and I think some themes
    on WordPress also offer, but I believe it is a premium feature. I will
    check to be sure.

    Sarah

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  7. Ptc… lovely to read this this overcast day, it pulls the reader in and I am there. Your Mum, (I am assuming that it is your Mum) sounds like an amazing lady.

    Regards,

    Maryse

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  8. Beautifully descriptive from first line to last. I was drawn in, saw it all in my mind’s eye; that’s the mark of top flight poetry.

    Douglas.

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    • Douglas, no better feeling could I have than to know someone felt “drawn in” and could see it. Thank you for very kind words.
      ptc

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  9. Ptc,

    I am sorry to report the slide show feature is not available with the theme we are using.

    I may go premium in the near future and in that case, we would probably be able to add the feature
    even with this theme. If that happens, I will notify you so you can make use of it when it becomes
    available.

    s

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  10. Ok, the slide show can be activated.

    It is slow moving but it works beautifully.

    Click Posts (add)
    Click (Circle with +) to add pictures…add as many as you choose.
    Click (slideshow) Under layout
    Click insert
    Click (Publish)

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