Sang some low and mourning river poem
“Shenandoah, I love your daughter.“
And oh you damn and rolling river
I’ll find who I thought you were
where my heart was lost in
skipping stones
on the
whisper song
surrender,
and on the wind that
carried me to the shore where I was not.
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Surrender: The Hobo Day 2025 Memorial Poem Title
© David L White ’74 - ’25
Poem - 1974 . River/Title - 2025
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…
While the dogs ran the dunes,
she and I sauntered, I recall.
Loose ground. Measured walking.
A breezy, easy, warm April day.
The cottonwood trees approved;
clapping their waxy leaves.
Popup showers from flat Nebraska
boiled over the Missouri River
on the Dakota side with
fat drops pelting the sand.
Little rainbows, (with glitter
according to the myth), she …
smiled and
introduced me
to her Krishnamurti.
…
Hobo Daze Memorial
Fifty Years Plus
April 12, 2025
David L White
6:50 AM
Poem
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..
It might have been an hour …
or ninety minutes max, and yet, for fifty years,
I’ve called it a holiday, as if it were a day.
A few, sparkling moments. I was dazed.
To saunter in the breeze and see where it leads.
Hobo, I said. Not tramp or bum, but exotic, in
Spanish: vacilandero or vagabundo.
A meander along a meander with a
dilettante and sufficient means.
That is the full intent.
Nothing more is meant.
Get out and play.
Enjoy the day.
…
(c) David L White
April 12, 2025
8:07 am
Poem
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