Poetry: Postcard from a high country
By Grayce Scholt Feb 2010
I am remembering on this page
a fine Tyrolean spring,
another age, a hill we
struggled up to where
a crumbling castle stood
amid descending slopes
alive with greening wood,
of trembling shadows
where we lay
that kindest day.
Ascending to that rocky head
was our small way of holding
paper to the sun to see its
watermark.
Fiercely young
we knew that we could live
with lessons,
or without.
Edging down the narrow route
we sent our postcard home:
a castle scene, wide-angle view,
but not of where we'd been
or what we knew,
or what we'd come to know.
(This poem is in Scholt's book of poetry, Bang! Go All the Porch Swings, available online at Amazon and locally at Pages Bookstore in downtown Flint. It is also — at least indirectly — the theme of a personal narrative of the poet's life in Europe in the early 50s entitled Vienna, Only You, available soon. Scholt is a retired English professor from Mott College.)
a fine Tyrolean spring,
another age, a hill we
struggled up to where
a crumbling castle stood
amid descending slopes
alive with greening wood,
of trembling shadows
where we lay
that kindest day.
Ascending to that rocky head
was our small way of holding
paper to the sun to see its
watermark.
Fiercely young
we knew that we could live
with lessons,
or without.
Edging down the narrow route
we sent our postcard home:
a castle scene, wide-angle view,
but not of where we'd been
or what we knew,
or what we'd come to know.
(This poem is in Scholt's book of poetry, Bang! Go All the Porch Swings, available online at Amazon and locally at Pages Bookstore in downtown Flint. It is also — at least indirectly — the theme of a personal narrative of the poet's life in Europe in the early 50s entitled Vienna, Only You, available soon. Scholt is a retired English professor from Mott College.)
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