In passing

 In passing

In Itchetucknee 

I tried in vain to explain the attempt to take it all in, and they just said, it would still be there tomorrow. But I was here now and today it must all be taken in. So I returned tomorrow and sure enough, it was gone.

Revival at Round Top

 Revival time at Round Top

Calling all mules

Halt ye fools!

Calling all mares 

Cast your cares!

Calling all donkeys 

Why kick ye!

Calling all cows

Tarry but awhile!

Calling all goats

Halt your boast!

Calling all sheep

His word keep!

Calling all men

Revive Round Top again!

Go low

 Go low My Suwannee

I do not blame thee

Times I too grow weary

Of carrying the current

And just desire to dry up

Into a trickling stream

Where only water bugs 

And tadpoles can swim

Grounding the kickers and

The paddlers always loudly

Intruding over you

Go ahead Suwannee

Lower yourself if you need

Make the vapid  conform to your speed.

Conjuring love

 Conjuring love

In the stillness of the early 

mornings first light

Before the wind begins

it’s swirling of the rays

Over the old Columbus

incantations are prayed

the rain waters are so smooth

it’s not long the Homewood 

throng comes for a spell

today with us do you come

to dwell?

the scene is so inviting

Soon, pappa Ern, soon.

Earnest

 Right of light 

Watching over the cucumbers

climbing up the hog wire

A familiar figure I see often

in the back corner of the garden

Oh, that’s just the scarecrow!

I just nod and agree,

You can’t convince many

of mystery.

For of such

 For of Such

John Clare 

On the wood worn 

the children whirled on

whirling to the hymns of old 

spinning graces golden

we gathered the dust

laid it upon the altar

precious glowing pure

offerings worth much.

Crawl Space

 Crawl space

Johnclarestokes 

Seems lately I am are down in the crawl space

Down low creeping lest the head hits a beam

In search of the waters continued leaking

Down low the pipes trying to trace

Above the ones your presence enjoying

The love to you they have given

But you’re in the cool sand crawling 

while above for the water they’re calling

Seems it’s in the dark of the crawl space

Where into the low we are so often going

that we at last find the quench for the thirst

a thirst not found in the mending of pipes.

Like a sturgeon

 When first I walked up

A sturgeon leaped

And then I waited

Camera poised

For another

And I cramped

And gave up waiting

So up the top of the

Boat ramp

Getting in the vehicle 

I hear

A sturgeon leap

The old paths

 The old paths

Few of us recall the old paths

Once so well marked and open

When came the lean years

The neglected days

When we no longer knew the way

New paths were blazed

Straight and to the point

Uninspired and sterile safe

And so we trudged and tramped

Where once we meandered 

Merrily

Then came one who knew

The old crooked route

Who mended the fallen gate

Opened just enough the path

And though few still choose

This longer winding way

It is there

And not lost to the one

In need of some wandering along.

Fields of Williston

 Fields of Williston

And we return

To the source of

Long ago yearns

The fields we lay upon

Forbidden then

But we were young

And fields did not sting

We were immune

Love our overcoming

Histamine

Scream

 Scream

Awesomeness

Even when

You piss

Be a star

Player

Even on a

Team of 

Suns

Be full-speed

And you

May just win

This lucrative 

Position

Just send us

Your best

Self-centered 

Sales pitch

In one paragraph 

Of course

With that

Unforgettable 

Resume

Can I go pee now?

Heat of rhyme

 Heat of rhyme

It's not wise

To take up

Poetry in the

Heat of rhyme

By line if you

Haven't 

Found sonnet

You may as

Well prose up

And die.