Friday, February 11, 2011

Mountain's Heart

Heart of the mountain
Soul of the hills
Ripped from the deepest places
Sacred, precious... valuable.
The Company doesn't care
About the heart or soul.

Heart of the Mountain
Only the black coal
Bought and sold.
Hauled away in truckloads
Hauled away with no care
Hauling precious souls
Draggin' the dead behind
Long trains to the north.

Heart of the mountains
Hauled away in carloads
Draggin' the dead behind
Burned in the smelters
Furnaces, engines, converters
To give light, steel, transportation
To those who mock
The mountains.

Weep, Weep, heart of the Mountains.

copyright 5/4/2006 Stephen Hollen

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Fly Away Wings

Deep in the mountains, past the asphalt roads
Goin' up a holler is a narrow dirt road, yellow dirt
Fine an' grainy dirt that turns to dust easily
Turns to sticky, nasty ol' mud even quicker.
Old road was maybe a pioneer wagon trail
Maybe just an ol' cow path some weary
And unlucky traveler followed one lonesome day.
Nondescript trees an' scrubby brush line the road
Blockin' you in as your travel slowly to avoid the ruts
Keepin' your eyes ahead careful to stay to one side
Or the other side of the deep ruts which are the only evidence
Anyone has ever traveled the lane before you.
Drive on back the road an' cross a creek
Sick, yellow an' red from coal mine runoff.
That yellow dust coats and grabs on every wet surface now,
Evidence to the world that you traveled that weary road.
Then, just as you are lookin' to find a wide spot to turn
Up on the hillside, to your right a cabin sits tilted
Leanin' into the mountain as if to rest.
On the porch is a little ol' girl, thin an' cautious
Looking at you, wonderin' who you are
Wonderin' why you are sittin' there in your car.
Carefully she smiles and bashfully waves at you.
You smile and lift your hand to wave back
Then she turns to open the ragged screen door
And runs quickly inside to hide and watch you.
Slowly you turn in the wide spot, the yard
As you leave the little gal steps back out
And though she thinks you won't even notice,
She waves again, as if she would travel with you
To places she has only dreamed of.
As you drive back home you smile more than once
Remembering a little ol' girl, thin and cautious
In a threadbare dress, no shoes who waved
From a porch up a holler on a deep rutted road
And not till you turned and started to leave did your notice
She had a magic wand made of a twig of apple wood
And carefully strapped to her back with old baling twine
Made of cardboard and duct tape... she wore wings.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Tears of Winter

Winter holds my world
Tight in her snowy fist.
She laughs at me through
Icicle teeth and frostbitten lips.
Now and again her grip
Loosens for just a moment
When skies go blue.
The sun wobbles out
Yellow and punkin orange.
A hint of green peeks through
Grasses alive and eternal green.
She is angered and hurt
Her tears fall to the ground
As wet and sodden snowflakes.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Old photograph

I sit in wonder
And look at me
A picture of me
A world ago
More than a lifetime
It almost seems.
I sit and wander
Back through memories
Some just shadows
And I wonder
Did I do his hopes
His dreams and plans
Justice?
Would he forgive
Me for his failings
Would we laugh at
Our shared shortcomings?
Or would he look
Across time
And wonder who I was?

Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Santa Secrets

As I drove to visit children as Santa Claus this year, I pondered often why a man would determine to be Santa.  To understand a little of my thoughts and why I chose to portray Santa, you probably should read my post, "Why I Believe".

With that background in place, it helps to be a big kid at heart, to have never lost your imagination, to enjoy dressing up in costumes, being Peter Pan, or Superman, or even a pirate occasionally.  It doesn't hurt to have a good laugh, twinkling eyes... or at least some of the girth needed to portray Santa (one can always pad).  If you choose to be Santa, do it well.  The suit doesn't matter so much to a child.  Yep, it is great if you can have real boots, but kids don't notice.  They just see Santa.  Choosing to be Santa is an inside thing, not just a costume.

Attitude is terribly important.  No one wants to see a grumpy Santa.  Can you smile no matter what?  Can you put aside your own concerns, heartaches, hurts and headaches for a short while to make a little one Believe with a capitol B?  Can you be glad to see each and every child like they were your own child, or even better, your grandchild?  Can you listen carefully, no editorials, no rebuffs, no "tsk tsk" from Santa, just a listening ear.   That child really doesn't care about how long you have sat in the big chair, or if you had no lunch.  Its not that they are indifferent, it just doesn't occur to them that Santa has anything else on his mind but their Christmas wishes at that moment.

It is all about undivided attention for those few moments.  They need it, they deserve it, they crave love and attention from Santa, who may have a "naughty and nice" list, but who loves them and puts them on the "NICE" list no matter what orneriness they have been into.  No matter what their home life is like, regardless of their parents (or parent) or socio-economic position of their family, each child is precious to Santa - so act like they are the first and only child to sit on your lap.

You are going to cry, that is a promise (yes, more on that subject later too).  Children share their heartaches with Santa often.  You can't get around it, can't prevent it, can't fix it.  You just listen and sometimes smile sadly, sometimes hug their thin little shoulders, sometimes look away and wipe a tear with that white gloved hand.

You will laugh and grin at parents when a precocious child says something that shocks Daddy or makes Mama blush.  Oh my, think Art Linkletter heard some of the funniest things from kids?  Let Santa tell you a few incidents!  Yes, listen carefully, listen because they speak softly, sometimes whisper shyly.  Don't forget to repeat it so Mama and Daddy can hear and nod knowingly.

Never promise anything, it is not your job.  The last thing you want is to put a parent on the spot, especially if they cannot afford the dreams of their little one.  A new computer would be great for anyone... just not in the budget!

Have you noticed that not everyone can "Ho Ho Ho" well?  It takes practice to do it well, mean it, make it sound like you are laughing AND not frighten the socks off 2 year olds (yes, we will have to speak about 2 year olds soon).  The best advice you can receive is to try to add a few "ho ho"s to your regular laugh to see what it should sound like.  That is all it is, a big jolly elf laughing because he is always happy, joyful and glad to see you!