Shadrack

 Shadrack Hancock

At the far end of Cline Feagle Road down from the current Mt Tabor Cemetery is the lone grave of Shadrack Hancock, born 1799 in Montgomery County, Georgia and died May 2, 1855 in Columbia County. Shadrack was first married to Ann Van Zant of Tattnall County, Georgia. They had six children:Henry William, William H.,George W.D.,Durham,Mary Elizabeth, James M.J. Ann Van Zant died about 1835-36. Shadrack married his second wife Cynthia Alexander in 1837 in Tattnall Co.,Georgia. They had 5 children: Caroline E.,Louisa, Margaret, Daniel Levy and Missouri S. Cynthia Alexander died about 1847-48. Shadrack married his third wife, Louisa Jane Dell widow of Aaron Tison.

Shadrack Hancock was a private, company H in the 2nd Florida Militia and fought in the Indian War.

Grace

 Desolations are decreed. Daniel 9:26

Do not neglect so great a salvation.

Low dipped

 Low dipped the silvered trembling wings

Through parting portals of blue

You came

Rest strong my walking on air one

From far flung western stars you return.

Suwannee heat

 In the heat of the Suwannee

I've come to the end of the journey

I had hoped it would end here 

The fever they said was beyond measure

It mattered not, I was cool with pleasure.

Emerald

 Emerald

Synchlora aerata

Is it the warm white wall

Is it the southern orientation 

 daily different moths

Spend time with me

I'm not complaining.

Wrong arrangement

 Ever feel you’re in the wrong arrangement?

Handel

 https://youtu.be/IS7gEykFMD8

Butts

 Butts only

I suppose the male eyes go to the girl

The females to the can. 

Hidden eyes

 Looking directly at me, well, one is.

Look in the nest. 

Orange day Lilly

 You could 

Walking about the yard

thinking how life’s been

for you so hard

It seemed you could

use an orange day lily

Yes, life is still willy nilly 

but less so

With an orange

Day

Lily.

Stolen by poets

 Soon the lovers shall be waking from mares

The seekers from their fitful dens of lairs

They will search but find no moon in heaven

It has long since been stolen by the poets 

Johnclarestokes

John Joel

Dream of dreams

johnClare stokes

Lasting evening I dreamed

I was quite the O'Steen

My best dream now

Positive and top hairy

With nairy a gap in the 

Perpetual smile

Eyes a squint from

The glint of wealth

Smooth talker too

Convincing all that

Black was really blue

All you had to do

Was claim it true

And it was quite blue

Best blue now

But lo the rooster did

Crow to awaken me 

To reality

Clawed and flawed

Scales and warts

Gaps and bald

Yellowed shorts

Diet of grass

Blue truly black

No matter how 

Much I quacked 

Best life now?