Waiting

 We wait for Melanie to come home. Always late hours, always tired out. I so dislike her having to work so hard. Now I’m too old and physically unable to work. And if I did? What? Drive cars? 

Tanya And Roscoe 

Loser

 In this life

There will always be the

Connected

Astute

Savvy

Shrewd

Tuned

Focused

But do not let it

Deter

Or stop you

Yes

To the banks 

May go the money

And to the walls

Of others adorned

But as a friend said

Losing doesn't make one

A loser

Herb always wins. Is Herb good? Perhaps. Is Herb  friendly to me? No. He usually ignores me and once refused to shake hands. There are few people I try and avoid. Herb is one such.

What vanishes

Man is in love and loves what vanishes,What more is there to say? WB Yeats 

Gulf Fritillary

 

In the garden today on the marigold. 

Down Pounds

 Down Pounds 

Once was the time

A ride down Pounds Hammock

was something looked forward to

the pines lining both sides of the

often about deep enough to get stuck in sand

road with tracks bearing turkey and deer

butterflies and honey bees swarming

on the flowers in the zone between ditch 

and pines, stopping often for just watching

jets passing through the myriad stars above

but not today for in the recent seasons the

timber men have taken about all the pine

pesticides or something has gotten the

butterflies and various insects

Just a lone dragonfly escorted me today

I’ll be a much older old man

by the time all these empty tracts fill in

the barren Pounds Hammock again

with planted pine.

The Sweeter Things In Life

 The sweeter things in life 

John Clare Stokes

Sometimes someone does for you

a good thing

They know your mothers biscuits

you are missing

Smothered in the cane syrup

You and your father made

So what if they were baked by

Winn Dixie

So what if the cane syrup was

of the Columbia County kind

By the first bite I was once again

at the ole Homewood table

Looking out the screen window

down around the pond the sound

of the blue Ford tractor nearing

Knowing soon it would come

my turn to make the long way

through the pines to time beyond time.

Fill Dirt

 In order to try and stop the chicken pen from flooding we are going to get two loads of dirt. I spent the afternoon taking the furniture out of the pen to put dirt in. 

Rescue the perishing

The ant hangs onto the swallowtails leg, safe from the spider on the milkweed.  

Monday

 There are photos i would share, there are poems too. Some days i think of only Melissa giving her like immediately or Verna posting her cat like mine, or the Neal girl giving an idiot reply and everyone else ignoring it and i just don’t want to bother. I think i will take a break until my attitude is not so Monday.

Someone left the bean casserole

on the hood

and it slid to the pavement

I don’t think that i can take it

Cause it took so long to bake it

and now its Monday and i have no leftovers to eat 

Canon Fodder

Cannon fodder

John Clare Stokes

When he had a Yashica

The teen said

If only I had a Pentax

I’ll be like Atget 

So he got the Pentax

and he was still like a Yashica man

So he said

If only I had a Nikon

As Eugene Smith

A Pulitzer I’d win

So he got the Nikon

And he got an 

Honorable mention

In the Florida Times-Union

Kodak contest 

He started to tell himself

If only I had a Canon

But by then he said 

If you haven’t done it yet

In these latter sixties

With a Yashica

Pentax or Nikon

Shoot, even a Brownie

No Canon would help

So he just figured there

would only be one Atget or Eugene

and there would have to be

Only one of him

with or without a Canon.

Killer Angel

 Passing by the Killer Angel for review

Seeing who to take today

Those with that special inner light

Protected from the Killer Angel at Olustee. 

Mystery looks

 I see i get 4-5-6 views on various posts but no comments. This blog is worse than my FB and Instagram pages for feedback. But then, i am not asking for feedback. Be nice to see who is looking.