Today Rick Davis my electrician came over to help install the dishwasher we had to buy. The old ones motor burned up due to the polarity being reversed in the outlet. It turned out to be quite the task as nothing wanted to go easy. By 2 we had it in.
Johnclarestokes
Soon comes the time
To grind the cane
Strip the stalks
Standing in the field
Gather the strainers
Sharpen the machete
Scrub the kettle clean
Grease the rollers
Stack the bottles
Teach again the oxen
The routine of
clockwise circling
Pleasant Hill
Kentucky
Johnclarestokes
In the loft above the straw strewn
in the cool dim air pungent with
the fields yield of toiling long
fading to the muted hues once
we knew vibrant to the light reaching
through the autumn
through the winter
to the spring returning
In lofts we hung the dying
to the fields of summer giving life.
Pleasant Hill
Kentucky
But for just three
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days-three such days with you I would fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
John Keats
And from the arching gilded lichen limb
Palmetto spread in fronds of praise
The Tibia flute parsed the morning hymn
as moss bearded seers in rhapsodie swayed
to the song of the ancient of days;
Hushed in the Gloria Patri wonder
the congregation of the understory:
Con Amore! in the wood winds he comes
as the canebrake trembles at the feet
of the blessed wild One.
Come freely to the tree of life
climb boldly to the azure heights
In the haven of the wood of God
where ne'er the proud dare trod.
I don’t who you are seeing these posts, there are only about six at best, just wanted to let you know most of the entries today are only here. Some days I tire of the lack of larger interest, then the comments from some, that I just don’t want to bother.
Rosh Hashanah
Behold the new year upon us
When comes the King among us
To deem whom shall remain this year
Whom shall dwell beyond the tear
A mystery among us today
Prepare your self properly.
Harrodsburg, Kentucky
I can already feel this shaking within
The simple line, the swirling,spiraling
Upward, upward, we are spinning
This shaped note upon my lips forming.
The light it's wondrous circuit takes
Upon no creature does it wait
In shadows night they turn
For in the dark they learn
To align just so in the way
For but a touch of His day.
I hear a language unknown
I travel in a wilderness alone
I sing the strains of a forgotten song
I think the long gone are calling me.
I hear a language I had not known. Psalm 81:5b
In the hinder years the salesmen came
Promising Craftsmen in every yard
And so we left our Deere’s of green
For the promised land grass was so hard.
It’s not a random thing
The cicada color scheme
I’m always in awe
Of the artistry in creatures
Who fly and crawl
