Headed west to Knoxville,
I-40 detour,
All around the countryside,
A hundred miles or more,
Six months ago,
Half a mountain fell.
Tennessee's half clear,
Christ Almighty,
When will North Carolina finish theirs?
My backside hurts.
Friday, September 9, 2011
THE PASSING GAME
She's hot to trot,
Sniffing up my back side,
Go on Fast Mama,
Teen lounging in back,
On cell phone,
Thank you God
For the silence
Sniffing up my back side,
Go on Fast Mama,
Teen lounging in back,
On cell phone,
Thank you God
For the silence
Thursday, September 8, 2011
COUNTRY
Old barns,
Do you ever wonder what they've seen?
Sweating men,
Broke-down tractors,
Women calling, "Supper,"
Kittens,
Children playing,
Chickens and eggs,
Hay,
Horses bedded,
Cows milked,
Colts born,
Calving,
All and more,
I suspect.
Do you ever wonder what they've seen?
Sweating men,
Broke-down tractors,
Women calling, "Supper,"
Kittens,
Children playing,
Chickens and eggs,
Hay,
Horses bedded,
Cows milked,
Colts born,
Calving,
All and more,
I suspect.
LOG CABIN
Saw log cabin,
Built with Tinker Toys,
Lived in real one,
In Alaska,
Hauled water,
For drinking and bathing,
Outhouse,
Wood stove for heat,
Summers, garden flourished,
Falls, picked wild blueberries and cranberries,
Watched for bears,
They like berries too.
Life,
Simple,
Peaceful and
Content
Built with Tinker Toys,
Lived in real one,
In Alaska,
Hauled water,
For drinking and bathing,
Outhouse,
Wood stove for heat,
Summers, garden flourished,
Falls, picked wild blueberries and cranberries,
Watched for bears,
They like berries too.
Life,
Simple,
Peaceful and
Content
SUNDAY MORNING
Passed old church with steeple,
Remembered Sundays with Grandmother Ollie,
She all powdered and smelling good,
Me in my best dress,
Singing those old gospel songs,
Her country twang,
My young voice,
All was right with the world.
Remembered Sundays with Grandmother Ollie,
She all powdered and smelling good,
Me in my best dress,
Singing those old gospel songs,
Her country twang,
My young voice,
All was right with the world.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
HOMEWARD BOUND
Book draft complete,
Met with Ivey,
A living legend,
Artist extraordinaire,
Like sitting at the feet of
Van Gogh, Monet, Renoir,
Listening
Addendum: During my first trip to North Carolina in 2009, I met Ivey Hayes and his art, both of which resonated with my center. I saw that Ivey had captured the heart and soul of the African People in American, especially the African woman. At that time, Ivey and I agreed to collaborate on a book about his art and life. This piece was written in 2010, at the conclusion of my last visit to North Carolina. The book, Ivey Hayes: The Art of Living, is ready for publication and will be available in early 2012.
Met with Ivey,
A living legend,
Artist extraordinaire,
Like sitting at the feet of
Van Gogh, Monet, Renoir,
Listening
Addendum: During my first trip to North Carolina in 2009, I met Ivey Hayes and his art, both of which resonated with my center. I saw that Ivey had captured the heart and soul of the African People in American, especially the African woman. At that time, Ivey and I agreed to collaborate on a book about his art and life. This piece was written in 2010, at the conclusion of my last visit to North Carolina. The book, Ivey Hayes: The Art of Living, is ready for publication and will be available in early 2012.
SEA GIFTS
Anne Morrow Lindberg,
Thank you for your Gifts from the Sea.
I came to find my own, and
They were everywhere,
For seeing eyes and
Listening ears.
Thank you for your Gifts from the Sea.
I came to find my own, and
They were everywhere,
For seeing eyes and
Listening ears.
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