Friday, January 17, 2025

Song of the Sand


 Sandhills silently soared 

toward the south soared 

a low call I thought I heard 

a high desire to soar I yearned

Cycho


 Cycho 


I know, I’m a chain smoker

I need a cycologist 

I can’t handle bars

A big o fender of spokes

Under lots of pressure

Always on my cycle

Tired

Rode hard and spun dry

So bike me!

Roundtop

 In dire need of restoration. One of the oldest structures in Columbia County is used as a hay barn. Rose Creek Presbyterian. Little round top. 



First 10k

A brother and a six mile run


It was the May 3, 1980 Alligator 10k run, my first 10k. My brother Lewis Stokes was there to cheer me on. My time was 38:35 which placed me 23rd over-all. It was tough to place in the 25-29 age group during the early days of the running boom.


 

Thursday, January 16, 2025

Christ in the Camp

 Olustee, 161 years hence. Christ in the camp.


Taken


 The taker taken


Each day i awaken

Will this be the day

I will be taken

While taking.

O Come, come


 Oh come, come, come


The old upright

Falling Creek Chapel


There was no secret cord

That Mary played before the Lord

Every hymn note loudly rang

Loud as Pearl as she off key sang.


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O Come

A pause by Suwannee

 


Lift


See dare tree

John Clare


I came upon a girl

Trying to climb a tree

The first limb just beyond reach

Now in the old days

I would have just gone over

Pushed her up

But I saw granny glaring

At me through the single wide

door so I just nodded 

and was thankful 

someone once came by

and pushed me to the

First limb.

There she was


 Like disco lemonade

There she was

The one leg lady

Silence of the trees


 I promised the oaks

I would take their portrait 

Such lovely oaks

For Spring I would wait

Blue sky and leaves green

A lovely picture indeed

But in my dream a scream

from many falling trees

I must take their picture today

Forget the coming Spring

But sadly it was too late

The screaming wasn't a dream.

Fields of rye


 Fields of Rye 

 by Johnclarestokes  


 In the swirling tramp of the rye 

 The boys in gray march by 

 By Regiment and rank aligned  

The grassy cadence of double time  


On home hearth's stir the hop 

 Tonight the boy's in gray make a stop 

 Pull the fiddle from the case  

Upon the bosom her finest lace 


 For tomorrow go the boys in gray 

 Far from the rye's swirling sway.