Vale Salinger

+++ ___  J.D ___+++

A quiet man of words
Indignant if privacy violated
In writing sounded
Rebellion of generations
Tapped universal vein
Of growing up knowing
Seeds your ancestors sowing
Were insufficient to live for
So valueless as to need war
War of spirit and values skewed
In individualism be the Light
By which to pilot life's plight
Save those falling beyond the rye
Beyond borders safe and sound
Gather a body to a body
The only reality true
Physical existence of the me
Confirmed in physical holding of the you
And with Holden complete
Writer found himself beholden
To all the myths of truths and analysis
Intellectual study till paralysis
Overcame his outward communication
All future scribing for himself alone
The world could go and do
Whatever the world might do
On a farm in peace reside
His writing constant by his side
Never shared or sought to publish
Those words on which his time lavish
Children only he found to trust
Chlidren knew not his self imposed exile
Would not have understood such need
he was simply man who would allow them sled
Find words to share to pass the day
They sought no other agenda in these words
And words were this recluse's finest tools
Crystalized ideas sharp and spare
Which caught imagination in the air
magic tugged at reader's thoughts
Created Holden for all he's worth
In dying escapes journalists taunts
Beyond the rye and words he lies
Escaped and yet his ideas lingers. 


[On completion I discovered to much repetition, to much under developed imagery, and far too many words for an obituary to a writer who wrote "sharp and spare"; so a rewrite is demanded]