Rocky

Rocky

We said after this one

There would not be

Another one

Bigger than a grown

Child

Smarter than a man

Manners of a gentleman 

Never bit anyone

Nor shunned 

Accepted all as equal

When he is gone

I hope I can be

Half the human

He was a dog. 

Dreamers

 Dreamers

The old book claimed

That in the latter end

Fire would rain

The old men would dream

The young see visions

I sleep long lately

Now that visions dim

In every gathering cloud

 I see Angels descending

But the flames fade

To a soft purple glow

No celestial creatures 

Tonight

I sheath the sword

Set it beside the night stand

The man talking

Says he saw them

I think he's misleading 

As I drift away

the dreams begin

Burning fiery.

Little Man

Little Man

Little man was real

Only thing 

He was only real

While we lived in 

Sopchoppy 

He told me

He couldn't make the move

To Monticello

He'd become plastic

I didn't listen

I carried him against his will

He all these years

Has remained 

Stoic and still

Pointing toward

Sopchoppy. 

Web sight

 A friend offered to build me a web page for photography but naturally for a few, a few thousand dollars. Don’t he know I’m 70 and selling equipment to pay off bills?

It would be nice but at this point, a sad no thanks. 

The Senior Season

 1972-73 Season

Friday, December 1st. Played Cross City. We looked exceptional. Kenny-22,Danny-16,Calvin-15,Jeff-14,Pat-10,Me-10,Amos-2. 6 in double figures! But even though we won 89-57, I feel optimistic about the team. I feel that we might get worse as jealousy and shot-gunning seem to prevail. But still we won.

Orange Hill

 Orange Hill

In the new creation

I envision

Strolling up an empty

Grassy Orange Hill

Save for a cross

To remind us

Once the place 

We lay in pastures green.

No school

 Grounds of silence

Johnclarestokes 

Who will pause upon the opening day

To have a moment of silence

For that which went away

They loudly proclaim the need

The poor children were suffering

And we dare only quietly agree

You cannot educate in the past

We must abide by the code

Devils pride out east will last

So honk if you love ole things

stoke the bonfires and sing  

Old Devils! Keep your pitchforks

Sharpened.....

Aug 2021 the year they tore down Williston High in town and built out east of town. 

Cross eyed

 "The Cross Eye"

 But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord. 2 Cor. 3:18

Photographed off the back porch, the reflection of the cross in the eyes. Even the lowest creature bears witness.

Clara Jean

 As a minister's wife....she was the most valued of all...for upon a moments notice....she could fill in for the pianist...the Sunday school teacher...even the preacher on a Wednesday night....all the while cooking a Sunday dinner for the guests that always came....baking a cradle cake for the newborn....keeping  the house in order...always in order for the Parsonage Committee who dropped in unannounced....preparing lesson plans into the evening....keeping up on everyone in the diary....writing the constant cards and notes of encouragment....in sickness...in health... for birthdays....losses....never complaining or having anything amiss to say about anyone....

Alpha Charlie!

 Caca Dau! Caca Dau! The crazed pilot screamed, "I'll kill you!" as the Bird Dog neared the Gleason Delta, the steel dart fleshettes piercing the fuselage. "We must do an  E and E, Charlie yelled to his Peter Pilot, praying the Jesus Nut upon the prop would hold in this escape and evasion.  Into the blue stratosphere we climbed, my grease gun pressing against my flack jacket, unable to fire one shot off to the entrenched Gleason Gooks below. This is a faithful recollection of my flight with Charlie Hollis so long ago. I don't like to talk about it.

Handrails?

 Handrails? Handrails? You humans, we have no hands!

Conga nights

 By day the Conga played, the drinks were mixed, ceiling fans cooled malaise, beans and rice were consumed, but come closing time, the unplugged became wired, to life all came, the malts did waltz, the coca went for broke, by next day, not a word spoke, how by the back door, Heinz and Hot Crystal saucalita were found lying on the floor, I'll never say....