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Mountain Meadow Amore
Mountain Meadow Amore
Mountain Meadow Amore
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Mountain Meadow Amore

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This is a book about loving women in beautiful Montana, in her mountain meadows and on her lakeshores. It is a book of images of wonderful, loving women who have been in my life and is my offering of gratitude to them. It is a tip of the hat to my ladies and my state. It is about their memories, and the tranquility they offered.

LanguageEnglish
PublisheriUniverse
Release dateDec 26, 2000
ISBN9781469786629
Mountain Meadow Amore
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Sonny Gratzer

Sonny Gratzer earned a BA in history and an MFA in creative writing from the University of Montana. He volunteered to serve in Vietnam, where he received several medals including the Combat Infantryman’s Badge, Silver Star, Purple Heart, and Vietnamese Crosses of Gallantry. He currently lives in Montana. This is his fourth published book and his first novel.

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    Mountain Meadow Amore - Sonny Gratzer

    Contents

    Epigraph

    Preface

    Acknowledgements

    Mountain Meadows

    When We Sleep

    Out of Season

    Trial

    Your Prize

    Windows Closed

    Three-Way Musings

    Your Glistening Self

    Reflections

    Waging Lover’s War

    Delicacy

    Was It Wine and Not Love?

    Alone With You Again

    Pitter-Patter

    Lake Nymph

    Hanging Thoughts

    Cuts

    Dew Drops

    My Wishful Thinking

    Thank Heaven the Nights

    Grow Longer

    Send It To Me

    Influence

    Help From the Little Ones

    Invasion

    Talking With My Hands

    Edges

    My Blue Heaven

    Mythic Sails

    Dried Tears

    My Empty Hands

    Harmony

    Thinking in the Rain

    Together

    A Cry in the Night

    Would You?

    To Love Away

    Giggles in the Rain

    Where Do I Go?

    Feckless

    Mountain Chivalry

    Wild Calling

    A Vessel Leaking

    Tindery Love

    Look the Other Way

    Wanton Memories

    Responses

    The Dance Ending

    Velvet Hammer’s Blow

    Divisions

    The Fire of Wine

    Questions

    Mars Dreams With Venus Aloft

    My Guitar Lies

    My Prayers.

    Leaning Lines

    Hunting in Starlight

    Sweet Melon Carrier

    String

    Spring Step

    Our Hearts Beat

    Your Weekends

    Where Are You?

    Personal Angles

    When We Sleep

    Responses

    Rainbow

    Sing My Dreams

    Bellicose Bread Crumbs

    Calefactions

    Dreams

    Suffering

    Some Tales Are Different

    Impressionism

    Roundup

    Your Misty Eyes Touch Me

    You Are Good

    Classified Secret

    Sleeping Bears in Flower Gardens

    Wounded Souls

    La Mia Amante

    Angels Decide

    Our Dance

    Accented Rain

    Opiate

    Breasts

    Without You

    Resting Place

    My Stove

    Spare Me

    Found Again

    But a Little

    Scare Me Away

    Creeping Home

    Cleansing Sun

    About the Author

    Epigraph

    I want to do with you what spring does to the cherry trees.

    Pablo Neruda

    from

    Every Day You Play,

    Twenty Love Poems and a

    Song of Despair

    Preface

    One of life’s great joys is to admire women. I like women. I like their shapes, whims, looks, laughs, troubles, kindnesses, and their flirtations, nearly everything about them. Of course, there is often a down-side, but it is too boring to contemplate.

    I have especially cared for a few women very much. Some of them I have written of, to and about in the stories within these covers. I did not attempt to define each of them from the other, but I tried to glorify who and what they are to me. Nothing more immediate or complex than that. I like them.

    I like these women very much. Still. And will. The problems that evolved in these relationships are not matters to worry about. Only the excitement each caused.

    Am I being egotistical? Of course I am. I mean to be, otherwise why write these things, and especially why publish them? Make of it what you will, wise reader, but know that I meant every word, for my sake and theirs.

    I also wanted to write another book like this to supplement my first effort in this genre: General Issue Blues, Viet Nam to Here: A Warrior’s Tour. It is a legacy, as I do not expect to leave much else. That is, nothing is so finite as a book of words to be read as testimony to parts of a life. I want to leave something to which my offspring can point as something their father/grandfather did, something not quite like anything anyone else did. These words, linked as I made them, are mine alone. So, per-haps a bit of spite is interlocked with pride, maybe to shock doubters a bit. There are those who remember me locked into the physical side of life as warrior, fighter, player and struggler. I do enjoy music and other

    art forms, and I do know and appreciate the finer, softer side of life. This as much as anything is why I want to publish these pieces.

    I am self-centered enough to want you to read and like these poems, to find something of yourself in them, and to read them to your lovers.

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