Solitary man
What kind of mother
That she left her children
To another
I think it was little Elijah
Who suffered the most
His days mostly spent
Turning the cards
Placing the Queen
Just so
The queen he never did
Know
It shows
Sunday, May 25, 2025
Screen time
I hear the ole screen creaking
and I wake in the evening from dreaming
to see who may be slipping in
but it was just the wind slapping
I start to lift the latch to silent it
but I leave it open and return to bed
the breeze sighs and soon we return to dream.
Screen and spring
Screen and Spring
In our home we had a screen we children
greatly despised, for it was in collusion with
Spring and no matter how soft our slipping
out, it would creak out our attempt to lift
the latch to escape the inside chores
mamma would inquire did you clean your room
or some such indoor imprisonment before
we could get past that infernal door of doom
and it was just as vigilant always on guard
when late in evening past curfew we’d try
to slip in not to wake mamma sleeping hard
but no matter how tenderly she wasn’t bribed
Mamma would wake and scold us to bed
Years passed and we left that ole home
Moved into fancy places without screens
Our children pretty much left to their own
I’d give anything just to hear that screen sounding
Joyfully telling mamma
Your little ones have come home again.
Screen call
Screen Call
Sunday nights we would sit out
on the porch listening to the
drums of New Mt Zion thinking
it sounded as the Waziri in the
Tarzan movie and we would
shiver in the swelter heat.
Eventually the tribe would
disperse, sparing us to have
to tuck in early for the dawn bus.
We were timid to venture the
next afternoon across the field
in the direction of Zion, fearing
some hungry cannibals lurking.
We never ventured too far from
sparse back porch, where we
knew when time came, mamma
would call us home, safe from
the drummers of New Mt Zion ever searching for a meal.
Vacant lounger
The vacant lounger
It was pappa's favorite lounger
Long May Saturday's in Sopchoppy shade
He sat and pondered the sabbath sermon
Ants working in the sand providing the text
Long Mays since the dry rot took its toll
In March pappa went to the shades of light
The empty lounger to dark dauber homes
But toward the end of May
When thoughts of pappa held sway
We re-webbed the old lounger
Knocked away the dirt dauber nests
And fed them to the ants
That had come
From ole far away Sopchoppy.
Photo bomb
Come little ones
Come little ones again
Photo bomb my lovely scenes
Walk ahead and break the webs
Wake me from the swampy beds
Thirteen years after
Roadside zoo
The roadside wonder
Better than the old zoo
Poor ole elephant sad
Monkey being bad
Flinging poo at you
Over yonder
Look!
Leave an offering
On your way
A peanut for the
Gallery
Of roadside beauty
Hopewell
Hopewell
There is a palm
At Oak Lawn
Separating Lilly and James
The palm stronger than stone
Pushing their graves apart
There was the time
Rev. Eubanks stood as that palm
Separating at Hopewell
The hearts of stone
From the hearts of flesh
Saturday, May 24, 2025
Class of none
Class of none
The old photographer was to teach a class
As everyone exclaimed, finally! At last!
He will show us how to use our cameras
Which of these buttons he prefers
Why we shall soon shoot just like he
All masters of this thing called photography
Came the day of this grand class
And one by one they slowly passed
I must go and see my little one play
Excuse me, I'm going to the river today
Another said, thirty dollars for what?
Learning to shoot from an old fart!
So the class was taught to none
And oh, we had great fun.
It's as the old framer wished it'd be
Just him teaching a class with no
Eyes seeing.
Earths Communion
Earth's Communion
The grassy recipients
Gathered round the
Precious liquid:
Drink this,
In remembrance
Of He who
Freely gives
The rain
To sustain
A wind blown Magnolia petal filled with the recent rain.
First date
When Dandy Lyon came calling on Miss Lily
Now remember what we told you, if he gets fresh, offer him a glass of Iced Roundup....
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