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National Poetry Month ~ April

Where do you want to go?
Down the road ~
Just where I can roam ~

Down an open road ~ where I can hear ~
The call of the mountains
From open valleys to hills on every horizon

The call of driving underneath big blue skies
From floating down roaring rivers to stepping across streams

The call of open prairies & desserts too
From walking on board walks through marsh lands to seeing the stars over canyon walls

I want to go ~
Down the road ~
Just where I can roam ~

#amwriting #napomo #napowrimo


National Poetry Month ~ April

National Poetry Month ~ April
Day 16#

#napowrimo #napomo #amwriting

Goods Early morning from the lakeside deck ~

We have Nana Diane, Grand Niece Madeline, Daddy Donovan and Momma Nishan visiting us from Houston!

Uncle Martin & Aunt Melissa will be over tonight.

Sending a big AR Hug to Papa Hugh too!

Love is ~
Bright and beautiful
Simple and gracious
Laughing and laughing
Again & again

We love you all!

Thank you for bringing Ms Madeline to see us here in AR! Truly a gift & a blessing!



National Poetry Month ~ April

Day 15#

This Spring morning
Finds me sitting out on my deck
Looking out over placid waters
A coolness surrounds the ridge
And an early fishing boat floats thru the cove

Golden finches stop by for their Thistle
Seed hulls are everywhere
Every perch is full of golden wings
With any sudden movement
They take flight back to the oak trees

The oaks are in full bloom
All looking like early leaves
But only a small cluster tops each flower
Bouquets hang like baskets or badminton cups full of green pollen

Many shades of green
Arise from the silent earth
Lime – chartreuse & moss
Jade – shamrock & olive
Evergreen – pine & emerald
Harlequin – mint & pear

The season now covering everything in pale sheets of green
#napowrimo #napomo #amwriting #oberservations


Ain’t Got No Home

National Poetry Month ~ April
Day 10#
{a rewrite of one of my earlier poems}

Today gets me a thinkin’ of an Oklahoma hero, Woody Guthrie ~

Was an Okie
A storyteller of
Ordinary people

A writer
A soul musician
A union organizer
Taking songs
And making anthems

Hopping trains
Living on lonely, lonely miles
From one work house to another
Through tough and dirty times

Witness to the unholy
To the plunder of others
Working in the fields
For a penny or a dime
Giving his voice

Now ~

A recession
Grips our land
No work to be found

Shelves and shelves of bounty
Mark the spot
Where some have
And some not

Can’t pay the mortgage
No home

And got no food
No money left

I shut my eyes to hear . . .

We are gathered down by the river
Singing Woody Guthrie songs . . .

Where are our songs?

We need our stories told
To help make our own world
Visible again. . .

Hey ~
I just made a Walmart run
Driving out of a corner parking lot
Stopped at the light and turning right
As car after car go by

Yes ~ It’s still raining out here!

There ~ facing me …
Sitting on massive boulders
A lady and her two children

Where others came before
Still others surely will follow
Traveling from one corner to the next
Waiting for help

She looks at me
She eyes me
She sees me ~

I look down
What should I do?

I read her cardboard sign ~
“NO FOOD ~ Please Help” …..
I turn the corner and drive!