Trump

 What a shame in 2020 we were in the pandemic lie wearing masks. Taking deadly vaccines. Allison is seen behind Trump wearing a Trump mask. 

Up the holler

 Up the holler 

John Clare Stokes

So grateful in the fall of twenty twelve

We were able to take mamma to see

The old holler where she came to be

As we rode to Crumpler she would tell

now that was where Evelyn and I 

took that poor snake and burnt it

And there is where we paid with script

Where up Crumpler Mountain we’d slip

There’s the Methodist Church where Rev Looney

first suggested I should attend Asbury

Where Luke and I were later married

Where Gerald always held in my heart a tune

The old whistle post just beyond the church

Still towered rusting, once calling miners home

Out from the Pocahontas hills into the stucco homes

Or roused at night, the wailing telling that deep down something

had gone terribly wrong

Turning to return to Bluefield then Princeton

Rounding slowly another steep switch back

In my imagination I could clearly see

Her daddy’s bus full of miners and one

found kitty named Black Daisy

Bringing it home for his sweet Clara Jean.

Old Joe

 Now, with his son and daughters long grown and gone, and with his wife sick and away, Joe Griffis, living in the drafty weathered clapboard house he had inhabited for nearly 40 years, was thinking that he could do all that he knew how to do--all that he had always done--and it came out in frustration, thoughts of time passing like a river flowing, and harsh words for the black men who were working the waste wood. Ray Washington Cracker Florida, some lives and times

Kaintuckbrakes

 Kaintuckbrakes

Deep in the wild never glade

Where moccasins and bull gators stayed

And even Seminoles dared not wade

We came upon this lair of despair

Where in the oaken trees hung effigies 

To which these padded blueskins prayed

O give us great Ruppking a victory

To prove we do not follow Thee vainly

But the Ruppking was tauntingly silent

And into extinction went the Kaintuckbrakes

While Gators and moccasins mocked their fate.

Dish Washer

 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. 

Time to grind

 In the sweet 

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

We hung the summer

 We hung the summer

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

Three days

 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

Morning orison

 Morning Meditation in the Wood of God

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.

Just you

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. 

The new year

 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.

Song of the Shaker

 Shaker Village at Pleasant Hill

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.