john clare
I recall clearly
The day you
Took that beating
You are almost
Healed over I see
I was over raking
And with his
Little hammer
He was pounding
Away at your bark
And I let him
Sacrificing your
Pain for his
Pleasure
Oh how I would
Give anything
To see you
Take another
Beating.
john clare
Being with Emily
Is akin to being
In her garden
Or some deep
Forest spot
Hidden
The sun the
Only intruder
Entering in
A place I can go
At a moment
Notice
Emily
Calling me.
In search of a certain sound
By water by land by sky
If such is found
This day shall go down
as the day
I wish you were around
About twelve years since Ava spent the day with Jordon and I. Now she is enamored with Taylor Swift and has no time for Jordon and I. I try and measure Nathaniel by her and wonder what enamors him now.
It was a sad visit to Williston this day in 2017 to the funeral service of Nick Hethcoat, 30, Gerald brother Galen’s son. Mamma always liked Nick and spoke highly of him, always asking us about him. He went out to the back of Orange Hill where the dirt is piled and shot himself.
.
Nearer my God
I am sure no one upon that day
Even thought of Nick in any way
And if we did
It was probably amid
Our thought of he’s not as us
His life seems such a fuss
He needs to find a real job
Get close to God
I suppose out on the Orange Hill
Where all was silent and still
The bullet our wish did fulfill
Set in motion at first let there be
We do not by chance decide
No, that cue resides inside
And to the wind as one arise
Around and around circling sky
Not the scent of death draws
But on the cue that calls.
Standing with my reflection
In the 55 Chevy Bel Air chrome fender
The year of my introduction
At sixty-nine I wished I looked
So good.
No journey is direct
as by the wayside
with trees we abide
arrival times neglect.
Again I was asked, what camera should I buy? And I say, any will do today. With Smart phones improving exponentially, cameras are becoming unnecessary unless you want to make prints larger than 4x6. In my day to day photography, I’d say 80% is with the iPhone6x.
I recently purchased a lens, a 200-500 beast of a telephoto that actually hurts to heft it to my eyes. Now what person in their right mind would lug that beast up and down the trail?
Well, me.
But then, I own a smart phone.
That don’t make me....smart.
john clare
The well-mannered Wolves
Sat among the sheep today
They did not even snarl
Or salivate over the chops
They listened intensely
Seemed to hold on every
Word
But we had been through
this charade before
As upon the benediction
They blocked the door
And showed the shears
To fleece the wool
And the lambs were dumb
Falling again
For the well-mannered
Wolves
"Just Visiting".
john clare
Not a pine was standing
Not a grape vine
Scuppernong
Higgins or Fry
Not a Live Oak
Or Turkey Oak
No blueberry bushes
Or Sparkleberries
No Bradford pears
Good for canning
No golden delicious apples
No Holy Land Cedars from Lebanon
No Pecans from Lucilles tree
No Camilla from her wedding
bush gifts
No azaleas
They dozed it all
Just to make way
For the twenty-six stacked
Multi-same family units
Of Covington Circle
In Crawfordville on Aaron
road.
Come and dine
The Master calleth
Come and dine
We be like
You got any quail?
Just manna
The Master says
Just manna
No thanks we say
We’ll try the diner
Down on Broadway
Did you hear?
The Baptists are serving burgers
and the Methodists
are making
meatloaf
The Presbyterians
are cooking
pork chops
and the
non denom’s
have the best coffee
the Nazarenes
it seems
Have doughnuts down
And the Church of God
great sirloins
don’t even have to join
What’s a seeker of food to do?
We are of the nature
To always want to be fed
Not to serve
Not to just dwell
If your only reason for
Fellowship is feeding
You may as well stay home
And eat from the frig
I think fellowship
Should not be coming
To take from the pastor
Your milk
But to simply dwell in
The Presence
With your fellow
Believers
In common worship
Whether or not the sermon
Feeds you
Is secondary
You should eat at home anyhow
In your own private
Prayer and devotion
In reading scripture
Song and psalm
Not come expecting
To be fed
Fed
Fed
