I have yet to let loose of the youngster within , methodically drawing pictures into red clay ..
Breaking tiny twigs , sailing them in storm ditches after
thunderstorm rains ...
Climbing Live Oaks , high atop the " Crows Nest " on a Navy ship
in treacherous seas , writing poems in chalk on a lonely 'Summertime
street ..'

The young man killed because he had no other options
He killed out of no other recourse !
He will have to **** again if we refuse to understand-
his plight or cast quick racially motivated separation .. Render quick judgements devoid of his painful circumstances
It could happen at any time ..
How can you look into the madness-
of our cities and wonder why
Can the man justifiably **** the murderer ?

In- transit housekeeper with a-
beautiful name
Suspicious College Park subway-
people , waking replays
Telltale inhabitants , blustery November-
commuter stations , screaming trains
Lawyers carpool south , caretakers charge-
north in ***** rain
Kinetic Georgia peonage channeled-
through a "City too busy to Hate" ..

Unfeeling , beautiful things -
deserve our understanding
Paralyzed , disproportional-
traits of character beg basic courtesy
Satin gardenias bring peace followed-
by pain ..
Colors are bleeding through marble tablets-
of retrospection ..
Eroded hands engaged in the fall
Becoming resolute , deserving-
of my permanent agitation

Where the river was born and bred
'Neath the gird of Appalachia , nurtured from 'The Crag-
of Arariel' .. Freed , to explore the foothills of Mother Georgia -
through hardwood scape and granite juncture  
O'er Red clay valleys , shale to sandstone impediment-  
and piedmont cascade
Bitter travails seeking the 'discernment' of sea ..

A cane pole with half a loaf of sliced bread and
fishing with dough ***** beside a local creek will create scores of precious , long lasting memories ...

Traffic light refraction , glass store fronts pan
the main avenue
***** , bluesy , defeated people in line for liquor ,
beer , milk and lottery tickets
Navy skies grow red to the West , streetwise
pigeons work overfilled dumpsters and city cans
Bus stops return workers from Atlanta , the-
local grocery methodically stripped of its inventory ,
children playing games on side streets beneath working-
yellow lamplight ..
Fire trucks fly by , no one even bothers to look up or wonder why
Porch lights irradiate the Westside , amber hues build -
over the interstate , cars travel South , bottlenecked in the race for home ..

I yearn for latter-day retreat along the reverent hallways of the South River hollows
Along dewberry arbors , beside the Walnut Tree light encrypted fallows
To afternoon Black Angus calling the day to close  
For silhouetted properties atop lavender valleys , gravel driveways meandering back to home
The high Moons certain visage reflecting across the olive waters , country lanes splitting evergreen forest ..

My surrogate to awaiting spiritual harbor ..  To one day relinquish physicality's tarnished clasps for the tonic , jasper fields of Ola ..

Mowed grass wind songs enhanced by-
muted , diamond-like morning dews
Aromatic chanty bearing , offering hurrah for unemotional day's
Cheerful provider , highlighting the crisp color of Spring with fragrant marvel

Good morning Mister Fireplug , hope you slept well ..
My loyal silver sentry , I pray we never seek your help !

Midnight insomniac gibberish ..
House as quiet as a church mouse ..
Cheap Wal-mart clock ticking like -
'Big Ben in London town .'
Two refrigerators and a basement freezer-
making more noise than Piccadilly Circus
Old brick houses and Oak flooring make
one heck of a ruckus !
If I ever went to England I'll be ****** if I'd
ever put up with this much hocus- pocus* !

Beer will cause a fool to bray amongst his kin like a "Jack ***"..
Hard liquor will alert the entire town of his alter-ego !

Where the earth and sky become one  ..Along the banded fusion of physical constraint
Indigo blues transformed into burnt orange
The tail of the galaxy commands this mountain-
sky , celestial offerings fall over Alabama-
in the shaded oeuvre of "The Apportioner " on this night ..
Meandering streams etch Cherokee hillsides ,
early evening fires conceal the nearby forested seas
The Crescent Moons luminosity glistens her summits northbound , released-
into the frigid voids of angered scope
Mans vista looms cold , blind and silent , nocturnal fauna return
to their Appalachian precipice to guard these ancient
storytellers ..

The barren sidewalks of Palmetto ,
yesterdays shoppes in boarded disarray ,
hushed avenues , empty Water Oak parks ..
Creosote treated railroad ties fill Spring air
currents , Friday afternoon capability shattered ..
Windblown , meager paper evidence collects at
curbside , this abandoned village , forever reduced to a four way stop on Sunday nights* ..

I am certain that Hill Country Carpenter bees have brewed the antidote for this poets melancholy feelings
'My eyes will drink freely of this potion as needed',
whenever I suffer from a lack of piedmont scenery ..                    
Whirling acrobats , tedious gardeners from Dawn till the close
of day ..
Challenging surprise guest , staring straight into wondering eyes then
off into the aromatic wind , riding the suns ray's with a grin , happily bound for an afternoon of hard labor once again ..
Peeking into my window as if their calling on a friend .

Port Lake sunshine , a beam of pure serendipity
Ushering Noon hour topwater magic to all fortunate enough
to bear witness ...
River dancers swirl about felled timber , painted turtles
tred the surface endlessly , broom sage waves from
the curious creek fed beginning ...
Leaf boats ride the wind churned waters , a prisoner
to her casual whims ..Talking hardwoods , sash-shaying
hillside Pines , ferns and wild berry shrubs loom large
at the southern periphery , tall tree reflections soothe my weary
eyes , a daytime Moon rides the True blue impassioned sky ..

The midnight fires of early April
Fueled with Chinook winds , tended
on the hour ..
Oak smoke canopies obliterating
my vernal stars , choking visible breath ,
rushing into Camp creek lowlands ..
Shadow spirits growing taller with
each feeding , trudging lit furrows ..
" Heat your row , learn you garden ,
toil in Spring , reap at harvest .."

When firing ones mouth be curious downrange ..
I'd advise a field wagon of caution coupled with good old fashioned
"Kentucky windage" to insure those 'steely *****' are addressing
the intended target ..

Grandmother's ringing the farm bell in the early afternoon ,
calling the family in to gather at the living room ..
It's premature tolling could only mean a birth or death , for Grandfather would never leave the fields for anything less ..

At this stage in my life I'm about as complicated as a piece
of chalk , and looking forward to continued peace of mind ..

Eastern grays and I are much alike .. We forever forage with a preference for the sunny side of the yard ..
Our world is in constant motion , forever planning for another place and time ..
Entertaining the green meadow by the forest edge , with one eye on the foreboding skyline ..
Tucked away quiet at Dusk and a wee bit leery about the coming Dawn ..

The breath of the world invites the 'Dance of the Trees'
Magnolias do-si-do with Silver Maples , Red Woodpeckers-
sway as Mayflies and Field Crickets square dance 'neath the Elm's ..
Brown-eyed Susan's perform ballet in the fragrant Georgia breezes
Young Bunnies whirl away the hours , Big Bullfrogs cha-cha
croak and warble , Hummingbirds boogie among the midday flowers
Lady blue skies and vibrant greens , Crows dance 'The Charleston'
beneath the Pin Oak Trees ..

As Farm tractors brush the hayfields of Summer
White Holland turkey's and dairy cattle share
enclosed greenery ..
Late morning vegetable harvest , the cackle of
laying hens and Chinese geese , our Postman smiles
and waves with his Noon delivery ...
Hereford cattle on the move , Fig trees feeding
songbirds , bumblebees and hummingbirds working
the afternoon flowers ..
Tubular bells in town , just over the horizon strike the one o'clock hour ...

White Pine boxes painted blue and red
A brand new home for a Carolina Wren
Lodging paid in song , harmony and
wonderful nestlings ..
Adorable , mirthful Wrens , make this
house your own forever ..

Throwing daisies into Crystal Lake
Feeding Pekin Ducks , smoking blueberry blaze
Relishing quiet time with my friends , the
water striders and Trumpeter Swans , elder
passersby waving from the roadway ....
Chewing tangy grass , collecting runaway
thoughts on a Renoir masterpiece kind of day...

Blackberry blossom and glorious Honeysuckle vine
Dark green Ferns and scented Loblolly Pines ...
Brush , briar thickets reducing visibility to arms reach
An Ole grey Opossum high atop a Cottonwood Tree ..
Thick floors of pine needles and knee high wild grasses
Yellow Locust , green grasshoppers flying in advance on stair -step hillsides leading into chilly Walnut Creek ...
Sandbars filled with quartz and mica , glistening between the 'Brick red clay cliffs' as far as you can see downstream ..
Painted turtles and Blue Herons , Cottonmouths and Black Racers ..
The music of life at every turn , every ripple of water , swaying River Birch ..

White Sapphire waves ...
The Moons Opal servant roars
into eventide ..
Candlelight beacons service the unlocked waters ,
shadow figures disappear into night ...

Snapping Shoals remind me of a long lost song returned to eager ear..Whirling eddies , cascading melodies , driftwood memories  ..A summertime carol on root-bound shores , Smallmouth Bass dancing the silver pools , caterwauling Jays and Ravens ..
Red-tailed Hawks skimming her surface , dragonflies of every color
sailing into forever .. Sack lunches .. Laughter and fellowship ..

True as the oceanside bonfires ..
Embers that parlay their very existence ,
at mercy of Poseidon's petulant expanse ..
Gale-borne , maritime id ...
Devout seafarers in perpetual , celestial
navigation ..

Playful Fawns in early Aprilis garb
Foraging the Sepia brown patchwork detritus ,
the clap of brookside along the foggy divide ..
Eastern hens answer the question of Chickadee
and Brown Thrasher ..
Bitter Blackbirds command the fire breaks ,
multitudes shifting from canopy to rain washed
visible pasture .. Move South , quietly disappear ..

Petrichor and wisteria interlace at the empyrean .. Electric blue spatiality , brushed in sable waves , protracted shadows connect days end ..
Concertos of twilight mourn her passing .. The insatiable Harvest Moon shimmers afresh ...

Luscious Spring is wonderful avian theater ... The cameo appearance of Bradford Pear ,  a fragrant , beneficial Chestnut Tree of April ..

Melodious springtime , 'Creations Opus stage ..'
Voluminous , arthropod soloist , capering
the riparian rivers , break the searing afternoons ,
sing to me , the cool blessing of night ...

A generous amount of ferocious wind , a ladle of roaring thunder and a cup or two of 'nerve racking hail ..'
A handful of blue lightning with a pressure cooker full of rain ,
an armful of 'nasty charcoal nimbus' and 'puppy dog- puffy cumulus' stirred into a heaping bowl of 'humid Georgia sunshine ..'
Turn the Old rooster weathervane to the East , hurry up and gather the last pile of leaves ..
Get the turkey chicks in the barn , shut down the smokehouse ..
Tie the scarecrow off , call the family together and head for the storm cellar !

Along the faithful stretch of tensile black ribbon
Homesteads garnished in sporadic , hospitable shade
Sunshine releasing every brilliant pigment ,
summit eloquence in festive motion ..
Botton land fathers toil a plethora of viable hillside earth ,
Afternoon chimney fires season the air with -
-Hickory and Oak kindling from creek-stone hearth
Silver Guineas patrol the forest edges , cordillera
Mountain Deer free themselves from the ******* of the midday struggle , recede into wooded escapes , immune from discovery ..

Metrical raindrops stream down my favorite
window ..
Cool , tidy , poetic gray cover shadowing the busy unkempt
world ...
Fussy Cardinals come clean in the channel
Pollen , pine needles and mans debris
collect on the washed avenues ..
Courthouse bells relay over the wet countryside ,
timid brooks become rivers for a day ..

Discerning life within the trees
Images in pools of rainwater ,
streams of pertinent discourse
and fluid continuity ...

I am privy to sensuous flavor and textures
Layers of aromatic forbidden reserves
Allotted delicate free -will gratuities ,
unchartered lanes , open exploration  
I am breathless with quickened skin , longing ...
I love a good peanut butter and sorghum syrup sandwich !

Little Sweat Bee , employ of Spring
Where lies your abode in the afterwork evening
A lair within the grass , a hole in a Oak tree
Little biddy Bee , will you come home with me  ?

The melding , waxing Moon ...
Coyote's vociferate for her favor in April
Katydids bathe in nocturnal blessings
Tree frogs sing the same sad tunes ,
cry for the pleasing call of Cicadas in the month of June ..

When you remove the lust for power , money becomes wallpaper ,  diamonds , gold and "precious stones" become creek rocks ,  oil becomes a mistake of the past .. True wealth appears ..

My bold peridot grassland jewel ...Wrapped in a golden band of Allegheny sunlight , covered in Montana blue dreams .....
I see her bold outlines , the face of Obsidian mingled within White Pine , suspended in lavender horizons , sailing eastward to sea ..

A punctilious artistic muse in the guise of a butterfly  
Mirth and mystery at every perch , charged by
the 'vernal electricity of this earth' .. Traversing magnetic byways , filling migratory skies , retracing long held accustomed paths , challenging the predatory countryside ..
Color the remaining fragments of Springtime  
Filling the panoramic view of forenoon with multitude and wonder
Busy Monarch , winged pilgrim of the afternoon , intent for the
Summer grassland , fly by day into night on your scheduled journey southward old friend ...

A vagabond traveller , walking the rails of Columbus
on foot again through Manchester and points north
Cowered in the dark night , filled with an air of dignity ,    
determination and resolve in the broad daylight ..
Nobody wants to stop , not even a second glance ,
their just afraid of seeing themselves maybe , a paycheck
away from becoming indigent possibly ...
'Out of medicine , nourished by my own flesh ,
a once promised son turned wrinkled vagrant , a pilgrim escaping the Oligarchy America I once defended ..'

My grade school Principal would take a reconfigured boat paddle
and 'grill a young man's bacon' when needed ! I most assuredly earned
every lick I ever received ..

Greenwood sacraments awash in mysterious but welcome subterfuge , fooling the melancholy morning , giving way to afternoon peace and euphoria by afternoon ...

Life is the motion of tide , blustery Fall nights
Seed called to the surface of light and falling rain ...
Gustnadoes on the open plains ..Swallows crossing a spirited
evening lake ... A cache of swirling memory in
urgent need of release ..Petty paper flying across
city streets ..Disgruntled figures pursuing their own feet ..

Postcard countryside
sunlight crowning hedgerows
partly cloudy sky lighting-
poetic fervor , heating imaginations

Beware that thirsted kindling should spark in July
The unquenchable fire will roar , winds of change will feed
a great conflagration that is without end ..
The likes of which this nation has ne'er witnessed ...