Mountain Mama – Your People Will Not Let You Down

On West Virginia Day, I am happy to report some good news out of one of the more disappointing “local culture” events in the past year.  In a post here on December 1st I  mused:

There is no postponement of The Big Game.  We are all playing it right now, and the sooner the adults involved in the West Virginia AAA State Football tournament debacle wake up to that reality and what we are teaching kids with this ridiculous behavior, the better.  It may be too late, because at the moment the field is littered with nothing but losers as far as the eye can see.

It’s not in my nature to end on a note of hopelessness, however, and so my final thought was this:

On an up note, one great thing about The Big Game is that there is often a thrilling emergence of an unexpected hero.  My hope is that hero turns out to be the kids themselves.  Time will tell.

My friend and fellow blogger Jason Keeling reports that the kids are in fact all right.  On this day of celebrating West Virginia’s statehood, pay a visit his blog post about how the young people involved in the original on-field fight that wound up in court have turned the corner on conflict and are moving forward.

Happy Birthday, Mountain Mama!  You have a poetic way of ending your stories well, even when it takes a very long time.

Your people will not let you down.

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Boy – a poem by John Lavan

Boy

I am alive; talk to me,
voices can sing to me, harmonise bass with me, make up the words to a ballad or yarn with me, loudly embark with me.

I am alive, laugh with me,
fall down and wrestle me, sport, spin and tumble your oneness in tune with me. Love me as I love me.

I am alive, approach me,
feel for the guffaw; believe that the bellies of folly live on in me, rhyming me, glance at me sideways and hope to encroach on me.

I am alive, notice me,
play up in mischief and open the windows for breezes to blow at me. Let me uphold you and so you can bolster me.

I am alive; distract me
in every direction, the clowning comes through to me. Shatter the eggs with me, clean up the mess with me, wear a chef’s hat for me.

I am alive; melt with me,
growl out a giggle and tickle me. Sparkle and yes with me. Make a fine mess with me. Yes with me. Yes with me.

 About the poet:

John Lavan is a small businessman from Yorkshire with a 10 year passion for poetry. His main inspiration comes from his son, Andrew, who has Down’s Syndrome. He has won prizes in poetry competitions and been published in several magazines.

Many thanks to John for generously granting Esse Diem the privilege of posting this poem, which originally appeared on Natterjack, an online magazine of new writing, in prose and in verse, edited by Michael Bruce.

Visit John’s blog Real Poems to read more of his wonderful work, and follow him on Twitter, @Toltecjohn.