Saturday, October 08, 2022

Catigny Hawk...

 

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Daniel A. Stafford8/20/2000 12:15:57 PM
9/12/2022 3:18:51 PM
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Catigny Hawk

A fun day for a family of three,
Sweetheart, young Son and me,
Off to the gardens, incredible estate,
Belonging once to the Colonel, who now is late.

Acres of ornamental gardens.

An expansive great Manse in Victorian style,
And the tour is a fascination to last for awhile,
Great library, kitchen, all done in stylish flair,
I'm glad we took the time to visit there.

Colonel McCormick's place.

Another attraction, the War memorial Museum,
Pictures, interactive displays, a soldier's drum.
Times and reminiscence of hardship's woes,
And sacrifices made defeating the foes.

Tanks that children climb on, their cannon stilled forever.

Out behind, old cannon in line,
Beneath tall trees, it's all very fine.
A mystical place, in it's own haunting way,
Ugliness turned beautiful, memories stay.

The surprise awaits in dappled shows beneath huge trees.

A display for us three alone to see,
A creature fierce, wild and free.
A hawk on ground with dinner under claw,
Near two feet tall, we couldn't believe what we saw.

Twelve feet from our faces, spotlighted in a finger of sunlight.

My son stepping forward fearless,
I stop him and we watch, a sight so peerless.
The hawk returns a majestic gaze,
And grants a memory through all our days.

Another world beneath the trees, where the Catigny Hawk lives.

Free.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)2000

Author's Comments

One day last year, 1999, Lady Saren, Justin and I, we were on a tour of the Catigny mansion. Colonel
McCormick's place indeed, as in the late owner of the Chicago Tribune. At the end of our day, we were walking under these huge tall trees. A huge hawk stood spotlighted by a ray of sunlight at the base of a tree, eating his dinner. We were all in awe, the majestic gold and brown plumage and the fierce stare.


AuthorDate Entered/ModifiedViews
Daniel A. Stafford8/20/2000 12:15:57 PM
9/12/2022 3:18:51 PM
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Total Comments: 2

Comments

Janine Danielspinnys@hotmail.comwww.spinnys.com8/21/2000 12:03:09 AM
I can see this as if I were there. Thanks Dan. When our son was younger we used to visit the old grand estates that were on display to the public. I was always fascinated with the peacocks roaming around. I can imagine you seeing the hawk. Wow!
willie h warrenwilliehw@earthlink.netno web site8/21/2000 3:18:33 AM
Great communicative skill, even the uninitiated in poetry can understand. Not like so many who try to be "deep", really outsmart them-selves. What good is poetry that's so quote/unquote "deep", leaves one thinking, "Hey, what was that about". A great plus for your directness, conciseness and to the point"ness" (smile), you know the word I mean.