3 day 3 quote challenge-finale

T.Wayne invited me to take the challenge and now this is my final day…perhaps I should celebrate….so to start, here is a favorite quote that I found of all places on a 45$ bottle of wine. Now I’ve never met a grape I didn’t like and this bottle was amazing but I think that like many moments in life, specialness is where you want to find it and I found mine on the side of a lovely bottle with a wolf on it. The quote is here:

  1. Hillside vineyard

“I ride over my beautiful ranch. Between my legs is a beautiful horse. The air is wine.

The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame.

Across Sonoma mountain, wisps of sea fog are stealing. The afternoon sun smoldered in the drowsy sky. I have everything to make me glad I am alive….”

Jack London 

Now damn, that is a beautiful piece of writing. Simple yet sets the mood as if you were mounted upon your steed-a fine Arabian stallion perhaps? To see the fields and colors through his eyes, now that is a bottle I will never forget. I want to be there in that moment, riding beside Jack London, experiencing everything as he saw it.

I am not selecting three bloggers as the rules say, but to anyone who wishes to join, the floor is yours my friends, just select three quotes in three days and nominate three bloggers to the challenge….my bad, I hate putting others on the spot. 

This photo resembles the mountains minus the vineyards that I think would be the view….I love it and thought you would enjoy.

Namaste,

Kim

Falling into chains

The magnificence

thunderous roar filling ears

the depth and speed to behold

wondrous to the eye.

He walked these shores

lost and entranced by what he found

a world wanderer

no place to lay his head

taken away in chains instead.

Thirty days in a hole

moving from beauty to brutality

fodder for future words

disconcerting I have heard.

For the simple crime of vagrancy

he slept in a concrete house of horrors

so close to my home

facts I had not known.

To know you through pages

I search for antique finds

to hold you in my hands

books of yesterday held by others before me.

Why was I drawn into your life

lessons from teachers or was it simply

a look in your eyes that said

That you too understand the workings

of a writer telling tales

spinning webs to be lost within

letting the soul bleed out

the only way it knew how.

 

1876-1916) Writer, novelist. London wrote in “The Road” (1907) of his experiences as a drifter coming to Niagara Falls in 1894, being enthralled for hours by the falls, but then (having no money for a hotel room) being arrested for vagrancy and sentenced to a month in the Erie County Penitentiary.
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Legends of memory

“1913. Hillside vineyard
I ride over my beautiful ranch. Between my legs is a beautiful horse. The air is wine.
The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame.
Across Sonoma mountain, wisps of sea fog are stealing. The afternoon sun smoldered in the drowsy sky. I have everything to make me glad I am alive….”
Jack London

I sip the wine
Wolf gazes from across the room
Sweetest nectar wet the lips
With life off of the vine
And blessed by the suns of summer.
I hold my head up
Close my eyes to the warmth
That slowly slips beyond view
The cool night comes and the dark shows off
The finery of a blanket of sparkling stars.
I am far from here
On hills rolling
And the scent of grapes
Heady on the air,
The horse moves through the edge
Grabbing mouthful of grasses
The air still in the throes of summer days
Breathe
The air intoxicated
The senses alive
Dreams of A moment in the life
Of a wayward dreamer
Of a writer
Of you.

To the inspiration of a gifted writer and the soul of a friend inspired .