<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559880" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Was My Uncle Soul Sifting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was my uncle soul<br>sifting in a leaned back<br>all the way chair down<br>by the old family lake<br>taking trout we spent <br>all day chasing through<br>reeds and lilies, dodging<br>loons and other birds<br>trying to outmaneuver <br>them in their own home<br>it was my uncle soul<br>sifting, lifting trout<br>entrails, rinsing off<br>blood and fish and dirt<br>in the cold lake water<br>telling me it used to<br>be a game of his, how<br>many fish he could trick<br>before the sun set.<br>it was my uncle soul<br>sifting, telling me his<br>favorite night was years<br>ago and how he had <br>only caught one lone<br>rainbow and was<br>sitting there, gutting<br>the heart out listening<br>to the radio the night<br>Roy Eldridge died.<br>it was my uncle soul<br>sifting, saying he forgot<br>how many fish he caught<br>just sat there listening<br>to old dead Roy play<br>while the fish cooked<br>over his burnt coal fire<br>it was the only way he<br>knew how to say<br>goodbye he said, and<br>tonight it’s me out<br>there soul sifting, lifting<br>bits of crumbled dirt and<br>dust, feeling a part of me<br>is out there still, the<br>big blue welling up<br>inside you, the hole<br>gone and filled up<br>with sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ben+Paynter">Ben Paynter</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559880" data-title="It Was My Uncle Soul Sifting de Ben Paynter" data-description="it was my uncle soul sifting in a leaned back all the way chair down by the old family lake taking trout we spent all day chasing through reeds and lilies, dodging loons and other birds trying to outmaneuver them in their own home it was my uncl..."></div> </div> </div>

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