{"id":1215,"date":"2014-11-16T11:37:53","date_gmt":"2014-11-16T11:37:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.keithalanhamilton.com\/?p=1215"},"modified":"2014-11-16T11:37:53","modified_gmt":"2014-11-16T11:37:53","slug":"spun-as-a-story-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.keithalanhamilton.com\/?p=1215","title":{"rendered":"spun as a story poem"},"content":{"rendered":"

~ \u00a0 \u00a0I come from a line of men
\nmade from steel,
\nby placing girders
\nseemingly,
\nas if up literally \u00a0 ~
\nin the land of the clouds
\nearning them the nickname,
\n\u201ccowboys of the skies<\/em>\u201d
\nbetter known as
\n~ \u00a0 \u00a0iron-workers
\nwho as a gang of brothers
\n\u201cThe Hamilton\u2019s<\/em>\u201d
\nwith many relatives
\nhelped to construct
\nand connect through iron
\nthe city of Detroit
\nlike the Fisher building
\nand GM building
\nnow Cadillac Place
\nand too \u00a0 ~
\nthe Ford River Rouge plant
\nin Dearborn
\nthen on to ~
\nthe bridge of Zilwaukee
\nand way,
\nway up to \u00a0 ~
\n\u201cThe Mighty Mac<\/em>\u201d
\nleaving a legacy as a family
\nnot unlike other families
\nthat partook in erecting
\nthe main structures
\nof the Great Lakes state
\ncalled Michigan \u00a0 ~<\/p>\n

~ \u00a0 \u00a0these were Scottish boys
\nbuilt stout with the genes
\nof ancestors,
\nsimilar to Daniel Boone
\nand Davy Crocket
\nwho had migrated in 1729
\nfrom the lowlands of Scotland
\nwhich inherently gave them
\nstrength
\nand courage
\nalong with the ability
\nto be
\nmentally,
\nstrong willed
\nthat would be \u00a0 ~
\ntested,
\nagain and again
\nwhile being
\nbodily cast in the fires
\nof sweat and intense labor
\nmaking them feel as if
\na hard week\u2019s work ended
\nwith a meal of steak
\nand potatoes
\nas the mark of success
\nin America
\nfor a job well done \u00a0 ~<\/p>\n

~ \u00a0 \u00a0loyalty and trust
\nwas their code of honor
\nwith family and workmates
\nas well as never taking
\nwhat was not yours
\ntoo \u00a0 ~
\nwithout hesitation
\nlend a kind hand
\nto your neighbor in need
\nbut never,
\nnever
\ninfringe upon
\nanother\u2019s freedom
\nas was expected
\nin return from others \u00a0 ~
\nsuch character traits
\nno matter by some
\nthought to be good or bad
\nis what flows
\nwithin my veins
\nand what adds flavor
\nto my words \u00a0 ~
\nfor these were not only
\nmen having ideals
\nbuilt with brawn
\nthey were thinkers,
\nmolded around
\nthe Scot-Irish,
\nPresbyterian ideology
\nbrought by their father
\nas a boy to Michigan
\nfrom Pennsylvania
\n~ \u00a0 \u00a0wherein believing
\nwholeheartedly
\nin the intelligent process
\nof learning \u00a0 ~
\nas to the common man
\neven if considered,
\nthe everyday kind of sort
\n\u201cthe people<\/em>,\u201d
\nshould be firmly educated
\nin the current thoughts
\nof the day \u00a0 ~<\/p>\n

~ \u00a0 \u00a0nor neither
\nwere they
\nall work and no play
\nfor instance,
\nmy grandpa could strum
\na tune by ear of course
\non any instrument
\nhaving strings
\nespecially, the fiddle
\nalong with the harmonica
\nin a neck brace
\ntogether,
\nat the same time
\nonly to break
\ntheir harmony
\nto amuse \u00a0 ~
\nby doing a solo
\nwith the mouth organ
\nor \u201cMoothie<\/em> \u201c
\nusing only his nose
\nall done intentionally
\nto entice his listeners
\ninto singing the song,
\n\u201cOld Shep<\/em>,\u201d
\nafter he started
\nto mouth the words,
\n\u201cWhen I was a lad<\/em>
\n and old Shep was a pup<\/em>\u201d
\n~ \u00a0 \u00a0just for the fun it
\nas he played his fiddle
\nsimilar to the past tradition
\nof his brethren
\nwhose type of music
\noverflowed
\nthe mountain-tops
\nalong the Appalachia
\nof which became
\nas some say,
\nthe forerunner of
\nyes of today\u2019s,
\nCountry Music \u00a0 ~
\n~ \u00a0 \u00a0and yet \u00a0 ~
\nas a young boy
\ngrowing up, under
\nthis kind of influence
\nby men, such as these
\nmy favorite times
\nthe most fun \u00a0 ~
\nspent with them
\nwas when they,
\nwere spinning a tale
\ntelling a story,
\nas a Scotsman could
\nregardless,
\nif whether
\ngrim or cheerful
\nalways,
\nalways \u00a0 ~
\never so slightly,
\nit was embellished
\njust enough \u00a0 ~
\ndesigned purposely to peek
\nthe curiosity of the listener
\nso to be strung
\nalong
\nthe weave
\nlike
\nthat of
\na spider\u2019s web
\nbeing suspended
\nin time for awhile
\nuntil
\nthe teller
\nof the tale
\nfreed you
\nfrom his verbal grasp
\nat the climax of that story
\nbrought to its end
\nof which in its aftermath
\ncoming back to your senses
\nyou then fully realized,
\nhow it was all
\nmasterfully orchestrated \u00a0 ~<\/p>\n

~ \u00a0 \u00a0it was during these moments
\nwhere I learned to spin a tale
\nthen to mold a story into words
\nweaved together like these \u00a0 ~
\nwords I tell with a little bullshit
\n~ \u00a0 spun as a story poem \u00a0 ~<\/p>\n

peace out<\/p>\n

Words by \u00a0 \u00a0~Keith Alan Hamilton~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

~ \u00a0 \u00a0I come from a line of men made from steel, by placing girders seemingly, as if up literally \u00a0 ~ in the land of the clouds earning them the nickname, \u201ccowboys of the skies\u201d better known as ~ \u00a0 \u00a0iron-workers who as a gang of brothers \u201cThe Hamilton\u2019s\u201d with many relatives helped to … Continue reading “spun as a story poem”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[26,17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1215","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-peaceoutpoems","category-muse"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.keithalanhamilton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1215","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.keithalanhamilton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.keithalanhamilton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.keithalanhamilton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.keithalanhamilton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1215"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.keithalanhamilton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1215\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1216,"href":"https:\/\/www.keithalanhamilton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1215\/revisions\/1216"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.keithalanhamilton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1215"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.keithalanhamilton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1215"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.keithalanhamilton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1215"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}