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tolbert (24 Posts)

Born in Virginia and raised in North Carolina, I have Southern roots that were extracted when I lived close enough to Berkeley in the late sixties and early seventies to taste the influences of the pursuit of freedom. As a student at San Jose State University I watched William Kuntsler expound on the values of free speech and he offered more education in an hour, on the lawn by the baseball diamond than most professors gave in a full semester. Married for thirty years, I have two grown daughters and three grandkids,..and two Boston Terriers.


4 Comments

  1. Tolbert,

    These words remind me of lines I think I once read in a famous poem.

    “choose carefully
    through which doors you walk”

    Something along the lines of “two roads diverged in the wood; I chose the one less traveled, and that made all the difference.”

    I think this is a real recollection. if not it conveys the sense I get from your lines in this intriguing poem.

    Thanks for sharing this gem!

    Larry

  2. tolbert (Author)

    Hi Larry.

    You put a scare into me. I thought I had stolen some lines from Robert Frost and his poem, “The Road Not Taken.” I did a search using lines from my poem and I can find nothing. I think you are referring to this, as you wrote with great recollection!

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    Thanks for your comments. It sometimes amazes me that when we write we don’t thread on the works of others more often and of course that is something none of us would want.

    By the way, I tried to add this as a video and only by clicking “Open this content in a new window” could I get it to play. I think I’m going to have to hand it over to the prose. (pun intended).

    Thanks again for your comments Larry, always appreciated!

  3. Tolbert, this is a beautiful presentation of a deep and thoughtful poem. Doors. They all have such meaning, as you eloquently told us through this visage.

  4. Nice. Love the nostalgia and the foreboding. Loved the pics of the old doors and knobs. :) I have got to figure out how to record my poetry. :) Awesome done.

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