{"id":112528,"date":"2022-06-25T15:57:56","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:57:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=112528"},"modified":"2022-06-25T15:57:56","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:57:56","slug":"big-red-hour-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/big-red-hour-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Big Red  (Hour 7)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Big Red<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Our pond is a symphony of stories.<\/p>\n<p>Dug twenty feet from our home<\/p>\n<p>in the horse pasture that long before<\/p>\n<p>had been part of a forest.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I look across at the totem that Vic built<\/p>\n<p>in a piece of old growth cedar that had<\/p>\n<p>been sitting in his yard.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>What do you see in it?<\/em> I asked<\/p>\n<p><em>A Thunderbird<\/em>, he replied.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Across from that are big leafed plants three feet high,<\/p>\n<p>maybe a hundred of them that monopolize a twelve foot hill,<\/p>\n<p>a present from Miriam many years ago that was<\/p>\n<p>one plant in a small pot that fit in my palm.<\/p>\n<p>Most years I send her a photo saying something<\/p>\n<p>like <em>The kids done grown up!<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The first tree that I planted in the whole yard was a willow<\/p>\n<p>to the south that once had orange paint on it<\/p>\n<p>when we returned from a long trip and<\/p>\n<p>turned out to be a swastika.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The neighbors urged me to call the police<\/p>\n<p>but I wanted to figure it out for myself and<\/p>\n<p>proved my mettle as a detective.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>After a talk with the guilty kids<\/p>\n<p>and parents there is now a peace pole<\/p>\n<p>and shrub nearby that the boys planted as a<\/p>\n<p>token of redemption and understanding.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And then there\u2019s Big Red that I haven\u2019t seen this year.<\/p>\n<p>A monument to survival, he may have met his demise.<\/p>\n<p>I used to put fifty feeder fish a year in the pond. They were small<\/p>\n<p>and grey but grew large and beautifully orange\/red<\/p>\n<p>until the herons would pick off every one of them.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I outsmarted them and got a dozen fish too large for herons to eat.<\/p>\n<p>The first night I heard the angry snarls of raccoons decimating<\/p>\n<p>most of them but not Big Red and one other unnamed motley colored fish.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They were survivors and have lasted many years.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I have a tinge of sadness as the water surface is still<\/p>\n<p>but still I have some hope because I know Big Red<\/p>\n<p>knows how to hide.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Yet I also know that the pond reflects all our lives<\/p>\n<p>and the transitory nature of all sentient beings.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019re here for a while and then go the way of Big Red.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Big Red &nbsp; Our pond is a symphony of stories. Dug twenty feet from our home in the horse pasture that long before had been part of a forest. &nbsp; I look across at the totem that Vic built in a piece of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":29,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-112528","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112528","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/29"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=112528"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112528\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":112540,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112528\/revisions\/112540"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=112528"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=112528"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=112528"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}