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I always said
I'd wait for you
til the cows came home

a problem
since I live nowhere
near a farm

and seldom is heard
an E I E I O
outside of PS 152

yet here I sit
for years
forever and a Tuesday

through radio days
and long distance nights
I am your eternal Gibraltar

your faithful
winged backed
rude world blinder

in time I may go
but today, like every day
I stand guard, ready to serve

as Gershwin melodies
crumble through windows
and walls turn to clay

Rene ~ 2013

For Magpie Tales

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  1. AnonymousNovember 25, 2012 at 7:27 PM

    So witty. Love this.

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyNovember 25, 2012 at 7:33 PM

    I love it that the chair is speaking:) Cool idea!

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  3. Brian MillerNovember 25, 2012 at 7:36 PM

    ha the gershwin melodies through the windows is a great touch rene...radio days and long distance nights as well..how long to wait...that is def not and easy question...

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  4. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerNovember 25, 2012 at 8:09 PM

    Fabulous write Rene!!

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  5. ClaudiaNovember 25, 2012 at 11:48 PM

    great touches here...the waiting for him till the cows come home, the eternal gibraltar and the Gershwin melodies crumbling through windows...felt..

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  6. Doctor FTSENovember 26, 2012 at 2:32 AM

    Lovely poem, giving the chair a real persona.

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  7. BerowneNovember 26, 2012 at 6:43 AM

    The chair sits there, as you suggest, like the famous Mediterranean Rock. Well done.

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  8. MaryNovember 26, 2012 at 9:27 AM

    An enjoyable write.

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  9. HelenNovember 26, 2012 at 11:50 AM

    Wonderful! The concept of the chair's wings as 'world blinders' is perfect!!!

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  10. Far Beyond The RidgeNovember 26, 2012 at 12:20 PM

    Awww! Made me think of
    The brave little toaster
    The gershwin is a great touch. I could hear the needle scratching
    Well done

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    1. UnknownNovember 27, 2012 at 4:33 PM

      The Brave Little Toaster is one of my guilty pleasures :)

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  11. SilverGardeniaNovember 27, 2012 at 3:44 PM

    Lovely poem. I hope the chair doesn't have to wait much longer.

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  12. Laurie KolpNovember 27, 2012 at 5:13 PM

    Love the tone in this... very creative!

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  13. ayalaNovember 27, 2012 at 5:42 PM

    Great write! :)

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  14. Carrie Van HornNovember 27, 2012 at 5:46 PM

    The chair does speak in this doesn't it?.....Standing strong and true as does your words Rene! :-)

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  15. marousiaNovember 27, 2012 at 7:08 PM

    *Smiles*

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  16. AnonymousNovember 27, 2012 at 8:10 PM

    Dang, girl. I love this. The last stanza is one of my favs. Love Gerswin and the smooth sound of your voice. Excellente!

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  17. Wayne PitchkoNovember 27, 2012 at 8:23 PM

    witty indeed....thanks for sharing this

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  18. GraceNovember 28, 2012 at 11:59 AM

    I specially like the last stanza ~ Creative take on the picture prompt ~

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  19. Tess KincaidNovember 28, 2012 at 2:16 PM

    Oh nice! I love the balance of Gibraltar and Gershwin...

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  20. JinksyNovember 28, 2012 at 3:11 PM

    Gibraltar was better looking than that chair when I saw it! LOL

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  21. Silent Otto November 29, 2012 at 6:44 AM

    I felt this is symphonic , thanks

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