Theron’s rest

 Rest of Theron. "It is the world that is against me and it will be the world's loss that I don't get on the river and drift away." Theron Dillon Gaulding, 1910-1987.

When I see the blood

 When I see the blood

I never could quite grasp

This desire for the kill

Perhaps in my lost mind

I missed some basic principles

Of the blessing

I was Not Esau enough

Not possessing the proper feel

as I kneeled beside the death bed

My mother never covering me in

Venison skin

Smooth flesh not blessing 

And so I never got it

Never had the smear of blood

To cover me

A lost soul in the deer woods.

The hope

 The Southron holds fast to the hope...Toiling to the bone under that sun...That before last light has broke...Today Kingdom shall come!

In the field

 In the field the cane crop matures...Pumpkins picked and ready for pies....And as those sweet roses allure....I resist knowing ahead much work lies...

Broken circling

 The broken circling

We just assumed the Gravely 

Would forever come November

Start up and begin the circling

That the Golden Mill would

Squeeze forth the cane stalks

Of their sandy sweetness

To be skimmed and purified

Bottled and labeled

We just assumed

Leaf treader

 The leaf-treader 

I have been treading on leaves all day until I am autumn tired.

Robert Frost

Spiny orb

 Wake my Spiny backed orb weaver

With your seven ruby jeweled crown

Spin one of your grandest webs round

Like the sound of a Foster Beautiful Dreamer.

Cover 2018

 Stoked! Latest cover photo I photographed in 2018

Neighbors

 The lost art of neighbors visiting, the lost art of sitting out so neighbors can visit. Mrs Boyette, who lived

down the road, stopped in for a visit. Her grand daughters grew up in our home. I showed her around. We bought the place from her son Brian in 1995.

Your purpose

 Your purpose

Before you expire

Find a mug

That doesn’t make

You look Daisies

Chauffeur

But then

Had I a Daisy 

I’d grow lazy

Waiting all the day

For her to say

John Boy

Crank the

rolls roy.

Time

 Time clock

Time

Time Russell says

To push the old chimney down

Time

Stuck there beside the Sister Welcome

No one to recall

The meaning of it all

Time

Before it falls 

To be forever

With the home

It warmed

Time

Light pass

 Light sliver

John Clare Stokes

The great blue heron for but a moment

stood in the shadows then lifted into

the sliver of light, illuminating the blue

as water drop diamonds glimmered about.