I recall a late autumn afternoon Reclined in the long, golden grass on a bluff above the Flint River In … Continue reading Big Red “Oke”

Wielding a chainsaw on a winter afternoon I cut wood from some trees I knew Old familiar limbs that had … Continue reading Pruning

When you leave the comfortable Hollow life of town and office If only for a short time You will come … Continue reading Better Than You Know

Every man should have A few tomato plants in the ground For whether he knows it or not He yearns … Continue reading Homegrown Tomatoes

If you live in the southeastern United States as I do, you likely recognize air conditioning as perhaps man’s greatest … Continue reading Chasing Billy Coleman

Where the river pours itself into the reservoir’s arms A thousand fields lie flooded Cypress sentinels stand watch, shrouded in … Continue reading The Lake

“Low-bird”, someone called, from the next hay bale down Unknowing of whether or not I was some novice Who may … Continue reading Low Bird

I saw, in passing, along the field road today A swarm of honeybees upon a walnut limb Crawling over their … Continue reading A Swarm of Bees

I remember the sale barn In the summer of my 14th year The stench of hog that wouldn’t go away … Continue reading The Sale Barn

A buzzard perches On a stark, half-rotten limb in the morning mist He scans the field before him for death … Continue reading The Buzzard