John Clare Stokes
Once the every thought
in the Indian Wars
was upon the Price Creek
mistress
the red haired one upon
the prancing horse
years went by and the
Vivid red fades to rust
in the dusk at Price Creek
the sound of hooves
as the old soldier stirs.
We photographers work our fields of view
The same as the farmers do
Here a filter, there a stack or two
In hopes of yielding a harvest for you.
Jeremiah 6:20
For everything turn,turn
A time to plant cane
A time to grind cane
A time to taste sweet cane
A time to dream of cane
For everything turn, turn
They refuse to acknowledge Mutt’s pedigree
Mutt secures a Mutt attorney
Mutt attorney settles with amends
Now Mutt rides in Mercedes Benz.
John Clare Stokes
Lora Law when she was small
Would spend her summers with
Granny Grace in the country
Lora Law was deathly afraid
Of anything that slithered or
Made a hissing sound
And would run crying inside
To Granny Grace quietly
Rocking watching
She tried to show Lora Law
From the old family bible
How Jesus had removed
The enmity on the cross
How he was the serpent
Lifted up to look to Him
And live
But it never sank in
And Lora Law went on to
Have children
And by then Granny Grace
Was in glory
And they ran screaming
Inside
Upon seeing the
poor old rat snake
That lived quietly
In the shed
Until Lora Law
Sent poor Paul in
With a spade.
Upon the sandy shoal...a flower was prepared...magnificent in her glory.... when I returned to pick it for thee....it was already claimed by the Suwannee.
What’s for supper myrtle?
Toward evening the entire Cardinal family came for supper.I sent pa out to for some Crepe Myrtle berries. They didn’t protest too loudly.
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We had more than a little laugh at Little John’s
To the voice gentle and low
Of the soft air, like a daughter’s breath,
‘Pray do not mock me so!
Do not laugh at me!”
HWLongfellow
Midnight Mass for the Dying Year
