Today the check for the car loan arrived via Fedex, so about 3 Mel, Roscoe and i drove to Williston to get the MkX 2017. I drove our car back with Roscoe. Called Farm Bureau earlier to get insurance.First time driving at night since before stroke. Had to pull off at Oleno for a nature break.
Wednesday, November 6, 2024
Trump
We stayed up late to watch the election results. We were relieved to see Trump win in a landslide.We needed relief from four years of stolen rule by Biden Harris.
Tuesday, November 5, 2024
Cumberland Island
Sunday Sonnets
Do you recall in the First November
When recovering I talked you into hiking
Embarking upon the ferry to Cumberland
Still so weak from the long nights plight.
Sunday’s as these I sit beneath the pine trees
Recalling those first slow steps after the fall
Breathless lying on the blanket by the sea
Giving thanks for His taking us through it all.
When again in fall Cumberland Islands calling
Be patient with dreams beyond our span
And pray we never tire of the gentle drawing
Just to lay again where our dreams began.
Sunday sonnets do not often now come
Sunday sonnets for lovers who so fleet did run.
A cross country
A cross land
Johnclarestokes
Once we were a cross land
All up and down the highways and byways
the crosses by churches, in fields, at
intersections, upon hills, in valleys stood
then gradually something changed
the crosses were no longer maintained
they began to fade, to rot, to fall
to lay in abandon
until all throughout our land
We have become nothing but a
cross land.
Monday, November 4, 2024
With Will
At the confluence of Roaring Creek and the Suwannee....A trio of lady kayakers portaged around the Shoals...And as they passed on their journey....I thought of Will and the place where the sweet waters flow...
Where the buffalo roamed
On the banks of Alligator Lake.... The Bison once roamed...Standing ground we did take....Once Seminole Halpatter's home.
Mizpah
Mizpah. Nov4.
We shall be satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, even in Thy holy temple. Ps.lxv.4.
We shall be so filled that nothing can be said to be wanting; we shall have nothing to look for outside. Robert Bellarmine.
The slivered light
The slivered light
The first light of dawn
Breaking through the mist
Comes as a morning gift
As we lift in song
A praise for the day given
As a friend so well says
To be again among the living.














