This was originally published on Bubblews, January 2014. I’m trying to move much of my stuff about Nolan to one central place.
We have a collection of poems that my son wrote during his short lifetime. Most of them were written between the ages nine and eleven. When I read them, I am amazed at the depth he showed at such a young age. Many friends of mine, when they attempt to make sense of his passing, see a life that was holy and wise beyond his years. Reading his poetry and looking at his sketches give me a feeling of connection to him. I’m thankful for these tangible things that give me comfort. Here is one of the many poems that he wrote. I am sure I will share more as time passes. This was written by Nolan when he was ten.
The Hunted Deer
I’m running through the trees.
I hear a Bang! Bang! Bang!
Here comes the danger bird through the woods,
And this is what it sang:
“The hunter is coming, the hunter is coming,
With his fire stick.
He makes it go Bang! Bang! Bang!
By giving it a flick.”
Oh no! Oh no! a Bang! Bang! Bang!
A bird has dropped from the sky!
The fire stick that goes Bang! Bang! Bang!
Has shot the bird in the eye.
I trip on a rock and fall to the ground
And then Iook and look and around,
And then I hear a sound….
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A pain in my chest.
all over my breast.
I’m going into a tunnel,
and very soon I’ll reach the funnel.
I’m walking on a soft grass floor,
But on earth I walk no more.