THE DREAM
I saw a man build a dream. At first I could not believe but when I tried to awaken I was already too wide awake….
Robert Roxby was a member of the local chapter of the California Federation of Chapparal Poets. The writing of his youth was lost, but he dived into poetry after his retirement at the encouragement of his wife, eventually earning honors for his poetry at the Lakewood Pan American Festival. With his daughter he produced an anthology of his poetry, Reflections on a Lifetime, distributed to the local library, to family and friends. His favorite poet was Walt Whitman.
Robert was the ninth of 16 children born to a coal mining family and lived at various times in Ohio and Pennsylvania until finally settling in West Virginia. He had several jobs, coal miner, as crew with Civil Conservation Corps and house painter. After WW2 began, he moved with his wife to Long Beach, California where he found employment as a painter with the LB Naval Shipyard. He was an avid bowler maintaining a 250 average and receiving many awards from the local leagues. He dabbled with oil painting, producing several landscapes and some abstract art. He enjoyed woodcarving (primarily whittling) and handicapping horse races. After retirement he was active in the senior center and in city politics as a member of Long Beach Area Citizens Involved (LBACI) working on affordable housing projects.
I saw a man build a dream. At first I could not believe but when I tried to awaken I was already too wide awake….
Early twilight had arrived
The sun had dipped into West, trailing sunset washed away by the incoming blue of the night…
“…One more moment to treasure.” A poet contemplates his wife of many years.
Such strange events happen on Hallows’ Eve: garden gates taking flight to land on roofs…
Large farm wagons standing on their ends,…
The poet’s gift to his wife on her Birthday, October 12, 1993.
Shadows and colors flit about the walls as the sun shifts west and twilight comes…..
The uniform, at best, described as nondescript carries the lowest rank in all of the services. Close order drills usually happen at night….
Somewhere the wind blows clear and sweet the sky is the palest of blue forever….
These hills roll out in great waves from East to west as one great green splash…in forms that reflect some of our most treasured dreams….
My memory is full of all those whose lives somewhere, sometime touched upon mine leaving…