Saturday Poem / CROWS
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My father, Bob Keller, grew up in La Monte, Mo., a tiny rural town surrounded by farms and forests. He fought in the Philippines during World War II, receiving a Bronze Star for his service, and became a nuclear physicist and a career Air Force officer, never returning to La Monte except for family visits. My father loved literature and poetry and he wrote all the time, especially in retirement. I think of him often, and enjoy reading his poems, prayers and essays. I think of him every Veterans' Day and read his poem "Crows." I offer it here in memory of my father and in honor and memory of veterans everywhere. -- Cynthia K. Richey
There's a sudden stillness to the woods
Once the sentinel crows are gone.
Yet woods are where the crows can stay;
Boys will grow and go away,
I know now -- but didn't then --
Those woods I'd never see again.
The world would soon make its demand
That I go to a jungled land.
While those jungle days are most forgot,
The cry of crows is surely not.
And woods remembered as they used to be,
Where nothing intrudes on the crows and me.
-- Bob Keller
First Published November 10, 2012 12:00 am