Before And Beyond Memory, Take 5, 5 – 16 – 15. Stan Shawnee Boyd by Stan Shawnee Boyd on #SoundCloud
Ancestry, in my blood, down to my bones, “It Is Out Of The Earth That I Am” is an oratorio in progress.
From the script…
All Alone On The Wilderness Road
That fleeting season, locusts in bloom, I, the journeyman, the hero I am making out
Of myself in a mythology of my winter dreams, wake to a pale moon setting full.
I am in a line between her and the sun rising on the old Bright Farm on the
Wilderness Road, far from home.
I squint into the blaze of a new day and back a hundred seventy-two years, scan
The rolling hills for Great Grandfather Robert on horseback, slouched in the saddle
Near the end of the long ride over from the Ozarks, months, many moons behind
him from where he set out from home in the bayou country, a journeyman.
I ready myself, too comfortable with my tea and biscuit, to go a-carpentering, a
Journeyman in a line from the man I am peering at the hills for.
I know him in the continuance of the journeyman carpenters’ Way.
Soon I will be sending money home from my labors.
The Adagio
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