Swallowtails

 Was stoked to have the camera out when two Giant Swallowtail came by. 

Break day 2

No one has said, I miss your posts, where are you. And I’ll be surprised if anyone does. Maybe only Melissa. 

Seasons with the son

We had joy

We had fun

But the stars we could reach

Were just starfish in the ocean. 

The zebra Longwing comes

 Reverie 

Every reverie must include flying zebras

with orange trumpets announcing 

the arrival of emerald wings delight

Cool hand

Cool hand

Johnclarestokes 

I held deaths 

Cold cold hand in 

the hot Florida sun

for a moment

refreshing 

Soothing 

and I was for an

instant wanting this

cool cool death

Beads of sweat 

dripped beneath the 

blue stripe suit

the man in white lowered

the cold corpse into the

Cool cool ground

Sweet Florida heat

keep me from this

cold cold sleep. 

The Watcher

 The Watcher

  by john clare 

   The field grass tips dripped sweet dew

  Sparkling lush as it fell

  Randomly about the feet 

 of the Watcher entering through 

 The gate seldom used 

  In the old days long forgotten 

  The Watcher came frequently

   The pathway like cattle lines 

 With shade from the Oak tree

   Who made the prayer was unknown 

  Why now after so many years 

  So hardened had we grown 

  Cracked dry the etch from tears 

  And from the houses cries arose

   The Watcher silently stood in shadow

   A bowed head with eyes closed

  As diamonds dropped below 

  It was not considered miraculous  

Not even registering a like 

 It was in reality quite awful  

 This Watcher in the night

   For only God could have sent 

  Such a one to true the scales 

  To make the hardened repent 

  To quiet the poor souls wails

   Afternoon showers came 

  The sun returned with the humid heat 

 But things were not the same

  And what of these diamonds under our feet?

Mrs Marys

 Nearer to Mrs Mary

Since I sat in the wooden high chair Emory Rudd made for me so I could sit at the table and eat Mrs Mary’s bread pudding, I’ve gone through life unable to find anyone who made it like hers. Nevertheless, I gave Melanie the recipe for it from the old Sopchoppy cookbook that Lottie Roddenberry, who lived up the street from the Rudds, and was my first Sunday School teacher used. It had to be close since it was so near the source. 

I asked Melanie to maybe add an extra egg since we lost Loretta, the other chickens eggs are much smaller.

It was close. This is the last piece.

I look forward to the next batch.

Content to be

 Always I’ll remain a CAT

Seems ever since I placed the Giant Swallowtail caterpillar in the protected cage, yet released it back to the Meyers lemon tree, it seems in no hurry to go into the cocoon stage. Days it just basks upon the leaves and limbs. It’s almost like it enjoys immensely where he’s at and trusts this is how it shall always be.

Life after Lanvil

 Life after Lenvil

Johnclarestokes 

I tell you

It's just a warning

But all day we'll be hearing

It wasn't like last year

Or when Lenvil shot them

down o'er DeSoto

As we sat in duck muck

Walking in endless circles

For all to see your scrawny butt

My it takes a grand display

To satisfy this crowd lately

Let the Moose lodge crowd alone

They got it going on

What harm lighting up for the gators

America was founded just so 

we could shoot the sh@$ unregulated....

And complain til Levil

Came back from Georgia totin'

some fireworks that made even the

catfish come up a floating.

Angels Ocean

 Angel's Ocean

Once we found the Ocean of the Angel's

But for a moment in an October tide

Ever since hidden beneath a blue swell

Bidding us under in a longing to abide.

If we could but dip beneath once again

To know the enveloping of her hidden sway 

Upon this barren beach we wade in vain

To find the stars lying beneath these waves.

Break

I’m not going to post to FB for the month of July. I’m am tired of the little to no response. Same people. It’s the wrong content for FB. At least my friends. I’ll continue here as I don’t have a clue who you are or how you see these posts.

 

Wet tree

 Wet Tree

We parked beneath

The watery tree

For there was

No other space

For us

The dry spots

Beneath the dry trees

Preferred

All taken

Even the handicapped 

Spaces full

And so we waded

From the wet spot

Past the dry taken