The harried life of truck driver ..
An eye witness account of kinetic America
Of supercell thunderstorms , Winter blizzards
The lonely byways of Texas , Oklahoma
Blue ridge mountains of Kentucky and West Virginia
Cornfields of Ohio , Shores of North Carolina ,
the turnpikes of Florida and Pennsylvania ...
To roadside eateries , bob-tailing at six a.m. ..
To family gatherings , special occasions minus a hard working
provider in the picture , running hot , enroute to Baton Rouge and
all points west , trying to make a decent living ...

Hill Country constable running silent , blue lights flashing
Some 'Rascal' entwined in mischief , some Old Billy Goat nagging
and dragging !
An elderly "Pea -picker with more than his fill of hard liquor
A drunk Old Crow that don't know his hat from his Hush Puppies
stirring up a Wet Hen's wrath and anger ..
Give me coffee , bring me milk .." O 'Lordy , keep my mind off that dang no good 'Still' !"

There was a void in my perception ,
an opening where the Sun appeared
I thought it was a crack in my fragile world
but it proved to be a doorway instead .. I smiled once again ..

I pondered the gravity of worldly existence along
the mountain bottom .. Reaching for the summit in vain ,
only to turn with a view of the valley below ..
I rejoiced at my unaware , improving condition ..

Disce te in hoc mundo ,  ( Learn thy place in this world )

Gather your decorations , little lady with blue Easter bonnet and holiday dress
Filling your colorful , trimmed basket with jelly beans , rainbow colored eggs , chocolate bunnies and marshmallow chicks ...
Eyes wide open over period stories , fairy tales , 'Sunrise dedications'
and Sunday dinner extravaganzas ...
"Tis a season of joy and remembrance , of communion and forgiveness ..
Warm wishes little one .. Happy Easter ,  Miss Carolynn !

A cool cloudburst from up high will cleanse this *****
metropolis ..Overfilling the gutters and storm sewers , the viaducts
and retaining ponds , filthy black tar streets , sidewalks crying for
upkeep ..
Rid this unkempt town of dreaded pollen and factory dust ,
stagnant pools of non-potable creek water , scrub the tarmac
at the city airport ..
Wash the 'Big rigs' , the trailers , the railheads , buses and the commuter locations . Shine her tall skyscrapers , her radio towers and her subway stations ..
Polish the walkways , the store fronts and the precious , park greenery ..
Refill the birdbaths , the fishing ponds and the vibrant lakeland scenery ..

Waiting for coffee's medicinal effect
Storm clouds are brewing to the southwest
Warm winds have grown calm , the rumbling begins
Sipping this warm , thought provoking concoction , praying for
the squall to quickly end

Carefully repairing a last cigarette at midnight
Fumbling , searching through an ashtray tonight
Drunk with yellow stained fingertips , stale tobacco
breath .. Smoking butts from the stinking trash can on this
hard luck night .. A table full of liquor and no cigarettes tonight ..

Periods of elder insanity have provided a now -and -then entrance for the creative spirit
To explore unknown avenues painted with colors , hues we cannot begin to understand ..
To go beyond the birth to death yik - yak , reaching for something  
higher on the cosmic shelf , poetry on avenues currently imperceivable to the layman , human mind ..
I welcome my burgeoning loss of contact someday with this overwritten , love -hate world , praying to be released from the 'Earthly soup' and vented higher !

Crappie running in beds along the lit docks , bridges and abutments .. Flathead catfish bigger than a grown man at the base of the dam , Largemouth bass hitting shad like battering rams , early morning , late afternoon and darkest night .. Hardwood forest brimming colorful shores , stoic Whitetail Bucks dining on acorns , field nuts and sweet moss , Canadian geese and frozen shorebirds working her tributaries and inlets .. Smokey water silhouettes relayed by whippoorwill hymns , the first angelic beam of the morn striking her poetic surface .. Lake Jackson returning to diurnal joy , across reflective , freshwater twirling plains ...

Lend me these hillsides where I might find solace amongst her fauna
To abate my scorching thirst from the ample cistern of knowledge and direction .. A reservoir whereto chalice the unknown , purging the acrid , barren desolation of opinions imprisonment , to drink freely thereof .. O'er the Live Oak promenade , privy to 'Mother Natures' exacting architecture and abundant goodwill , along the rustling banks of the Flint Basin .. My flourishing , cascading 'Educator '..

Misty morning tranquility ..
Tell of your prequel to daylight if you please ,
Soothe the weeping skies , keeping the March storm at bay
Culling the colorful , fragrant flowers as a gift upon my table ,
Exposing the facade of nighttime , the western winds that reveal the day .
An eager cloud lowered to Earth , to paint natures palette in a most curious way ..

Unchecked religious theory assumes the form of an economical meal from which lunacy devours freely and selfishly ..

What maniacal deception lies beyond these dulled streetlights
Along seeable avenues under the nights waning , Gibbous Moon
Burrows of iniquity , soma profiles along deafening boulevards ..

Hysterical Robins coerce the midday sunshine ,
What bedevilment and gaiety fosters in Springtime
Teeming kingdoms under leaf cover , mistletoe , Angel hair ,
powder filled breaths of mystical warm air ..
Mischievous Pucks running amuck , locking eyes with
a Centaur 'neath the tall Pine , a shy Sprite up high , blowing good wishes unto you and I ... A whimsical Raccoon giving a good belly laugh , a tickled turtle cat-napping in the sawgrass ..Old Mister Maple telling tall tales of Lemonade oceans , powdered sugar beaches and Gingerbread whales  .

I wrote a story about April , she thanked me with a
yellow butterfly trimmed in black .. A Catawba worm
busy spinning webs , determined seedlings adrift just above the tall green grass .. I should write a poem for June at the beginning of May , of fanciful
flowers and fluffy chicks , homemade vanilla ice cream with cinnamon sticks . Blue candy sky with a marshmallow cloud , a laughing frog ,
a summer day of boating on a faraway pond ..

All that are encapsulated within this Earth share one commonality ..They are ' becoming '..

I felt the sheer physicality of disorder
Natural law brought from normalcy to the very feet of the unresolved
My foolhardy paradise was in momentary question , bewildered acreage seeking every direction , to the keeper his insignificance , to points East the coming wrath of his Maker ..

Bring forth the unknown .. The sweltering night , the call of the artillery round .. The tragedy of mans frailty , calculated in misery and pooling blood , the cry from the field of battle , the drowned upon the merciless shore .. Inveigh the opposing force , the ground beneath their cannon ,
the opening glint of Sun o'er the beachhead by morning tide .. To the sacrificial American warriors of antiquity , may the ghost of Sergeants and Field Lieutenant survey and secure our safe passage by the morrow ...

How do I explain my ailment .. This ******* memory that haunts me in bed each night .. I've grown tired impressing definitions upon the satellites of my empty world .. Loneliness , a demon on Saturday .. A blessing on Monday .. Allergic to my kind , In darkness I commune , bereft of Sunlight ...

Harlequin cover carried on warm zephyrs north
through febrile piedmont leviathans ..
Furious March sediments that choke . Debilitate ..
Frustrate and discolor ...

The volition of Augusta planter and blacksmith ..
Elberton Pulp-wooder and Quarryman .. The song of the steam fired engine , back breaking labor of Tifton Sharecropper and Atlanta Iron -worker ..
To the heat lightning of the humid Georgia night , the cold rain of
November , the unsure , bitter turbulent shrieking winds of March ..
The first turn of the Albany Ploughman , to the evening whistle of Macon Factory worker . To dawns horizon goes the Brunswick Shrimper , to the honor of Cattleman and Savannah Tugboat tender ...

A rainbow sunset bound for Texarkana  
The last Crow of the day wishing her well
Ladybugs and grasshoppers waving goodbye
Lavender ,pink- indigo dreams over Georgia tonight ...

To men waiting in groups along a certain city street .. The man praying to be picked for a hard days wages performing manual labor ... When Jehovah marches triumphantly from the East he will inquire of thee from the beginning shouting Hosanna ! Hosanna !

Red brick silos reach high into my 'Grandfathers' cloudy , blue eyes ..
Forever watchful over his devoted pupils and the fruition of diligent farm labor day and night ..

Homemade Bluebird house's of varying color and shape
Lovely butterflies hand painted by 'Angels' dot the landscape
Red Wasp warm themselves on proud , Sun drenched shrubbery
Daffodils and Sweetgum Trees , the banter of Cardinal and Blue Jay ,
Wood Ducks flying over a world of discovery ..
Carpenter bees do challenge , a green lizard seizing a few winks on a wrought iron bannister .. A pink flowering Plum tree with a performing Carolina Wren , a brown Praying Mantis on a window screen ..
Lady Bugs riding warm breezes , Natures abundant annuities , every step a golden opportunity ..

Barred Owl , Nighthawk ambient harmony ..The crash of Shellcracker
over smoky waters , the footsteps of Gray Fox and Blue Heron
audible along the shallows .. Wind swept expressions carry through statued marsh , Tree frogs , Katydids and Cicadas fill the young nightfall with varied chantey as white stars cross the impeccable , woodland firmament ..

Pines seeds trickle downward from the canopy , find home on the floor of Cochran Mill .  Feverish morning blackbirds , burning sunlight just above the wild grass strewn approach .. I once prayed for love by these very waters ..

Mans calamity has oft refreshed the poetic mindset ,
spurred countless song , filled theater halls ..
Attuned the common worker with government ,
renewed the sense of nationalism in totalitarian states ,
unearthed new atrocity and sent millions of men , women and children to their deaths ..
Generals will offer bold , patriotic statements , planes will bomb
"key targets" , countries will seek revenge , dust will settle and
thoughts will return to "normal" again ...
You **** three we **** four , you **** a hundred we **** two hundred more , so forth and so on ... Forever ....

A sullen , blue eagle sentry patrols stone fruit orchards
Black and tan beagles braying for the hunt filled morning
Orange Alabama horizons , China goose down caught , drifting south
Collard pods rattle white -washed homesteads , pollen entombs tiny towns with ragweed ferocity , cattail gardens and fog induced rainbows ...
Dove mourn blackberry winter , dew washed back roads drift quietly into lake country ....

If you happen to find me with black coffee holding a peanut butter and peach jam sandwich in my hand you will find me loving life , sincere and at my very best ..

The secret nuance of cloud multiplied with piedmont sunshine ..
Contours of tall trees darken green flora hallways , avian brethren
call deep within wooded settlements across a planet changing
with each second ..
Deliver me minus destruction , call my name in a whisper ,
defile not one molecule or leave one impression ..
Nurturing native life-giver , recall in fine fettle , Mother Earth receive
every seed with due diligence , cross not the inhabitant path nor remove one berry in trespass .. Meditate , Live , Love .. Mourn and quietly pass ....

The enchanting Moon over my Hill Country .. The poetic Moon over the world  .. I pray the Moon you see this evening is over a peaceful , affectionate portion of our fragile Earth ..  Goodnight ...

We receive it freely with great joy .. Open it , lick it ,
lap it , chew it , twisting it to our satisfaction . We even put it down for a spell .. Pick it up , finish it off , remember how it tasted so good and flick the stick ..We're done ..

Affected by Religion
Effects of Government
Continuing Infection

Talent is imagination judiciously spent
Commit your words to paper on man and government
Poetry is a silver bucket at truths fountain
Release your written , insight laden pail of thought  
from atop the highest mountain* ..

Late Sunday mornings beside 'Rabbit rock' on the walk home from Scott Lake , across the highway down Hemphill Road toward beautiful Camp Creek ... Blackberry stained hands , prying waters in search of crawdads and mud puppies , jumping 'Bobwhite's' along the Pine forest edge .. Whitetail tracks in every direction , homeward bound through fields of corn and sorghum ,  summer sky filled with the glorious music of the Bentley Hill UMC choir , reverberating through the wisteria scented countryside ...

Frigid Winter whorls ,                                                                ­                         Sunlights antithesis .. Cackling , disabling and bitter ..
Spring becomes a 'mongrel' with fragmented , midnight blue -cranberry evening apogee hallucinations .. Daytimes forfeiture of youthful ambition mingled with the wailing cur of March  ...

As a young boy my bare feet were baptized in the tumbling waters of Tobesofkee Creek .. Along the rock incarcerated , chilled pools of its juvenile deliverance , within the rushing avalanche of cleansing freshwaters , both young hands cupped to receive her cool afternoon blessing .. To walk the living word of Jehovah along granite infused trails , steeped in shoreline tranquility and wonderment .. Cottonwood and Birch ..Tall Pine and Sycamore testaments , shorebirds proclaimed the everlasting tenure of the Almighty , Blue Herons carried the 'Gospel ' downstream to the waiting oppressed as guardian Angels enveloped these Holy waters in the miracle of sunlight and warm , everlasting devotion ...

The country could use a Brownie or a Cub Scout for President ..
Someone possessing imagination and good manners with an ardent desire
for true public service ! May we find such a person ..

Thundershowers tell of my inconsolable world sometimes late at night ..
My delightful stage devoid of it's mesmerizing heavenly bodies , the nocturnal call of owl and whippoorwill silenced , the sounds of life that
beckon o'er the horizon become taciturn ..
Melancholy's bitter angst returned , rain laden gutters count time against storm racked weatherboard , tears of pain bathe wind confused Hickory's .. Porch lights smothered with flies and humidity , the wicked world is washed , delivered once more to the inspirational glitter of the rational , new morning ..

I'll never understand the effect upon peoples lives attributed to that contraption by the living room window .. I would sooner bring a lonesome 'Billy Goat' indoors than punch any button or bell on that god-forsaken piece of useless , talking furniture ...

Walking the surrealistic byways of creative bliss
Through Cat hair grass within the fingerling forest ...
Good morning to Uncle White Pine , to my Cousin Brown Thrasher reading my mind ! To red rosy clay and chipper Mr. Soapstone , to Mayflies granting wishes and Chattahoochee crawfishes ...
The Gulf breeze telegraphing the wonderment of forest song with love
for all .. To the playful King Sun hiding behind the cloud bank to the
old gray Opossum hanging upside down , bluffing sleep on a lonesome Cherry branch .. Warm wishes fill my dreams while picking tea cups from a 'Story Tree' , each with a serving dish , hot refreshments and lively conversation with a well read ****** , a witty Fox , a Woodpecker poet and a guitar picking Catfish ..

The flare of the squall lit up the night ..
Wind chimes filled the 'prequel to ferocity' with eerie song .
Insects gathered on window screens , blown in with the storm ..
Streetlights quivered , Grandaddy oaks began to sway
Rain beat the windows , night lights flickered then it was over in an instant .. Washed the tiny town momentarily and quietly went away ...
The house refreshed quickly and the Man on the Moon reappeared to keep watch over his piece of the world ... A happy return to the cool pillow , a dream away from Dawn ...

I recall the evening invocatory call to the will of the 'Almighty' by
a visiting Pastor .. Ladies with fans , gentlemen waving hats .. Thunder
hammering the next county over to the west , streetlights filled with bugs and the occasional brown bat ...
Babes crying out , children becoming restless , his oratory becoming louder with each concurring "Amen' from the crowd ..
Tent ***** swaying ever so gently , the sweat on Dad's forehead and the smile on Granny's face , a stick of gum from Mom to get me through the evening sermon on a humid southern night ..
Tables lined end to end filled with potato salad , fried chicken and baked beans .. Ambrosia , peach pies and cakes .. Sweet tea ...
Evening dinners with gospel quartets and old time bluegrass bands ..
The kids receiving their Vacation Bible school certificates after the congregational feast .. The drive home ..Carried indoors , tucked away in bed with fond memories ..

Revisiting caricatures held in green grass ,
Super heroes and Presidents , monsters that defy description
Chasing crane flies and grasshoppers , battling the Viet Cong
with a broom stick , running for quick relief from summer heat ,
selling Kool Aid by the Dixie Cup on Empire street ..
Period cars with teenagers fly by to the music of Jimi Hendrix
My time will be soon , very soon indeed ...

When that 'Crabapple' rolled down the mountain the coonhounds ran like stuck pigs ! Guys that talked tough an red-neck men got religion faster than a 'red tail' buzzing a chicken pen !
This crikker-croaker was the meanest buzzard that Georgia clay ever invented ! He hunted razorbacks barehanded an bear with a hickory switch , the self proclaimed meanest son-of-a ***** in the whole shooting match , self righteous raw meat eatin' , grain alcohol drinking bush-whacker you've ever witnessed ....

Barbecue is blowing in the breeze , the city of Jackson is "rolling up the streets " ..The old soldier guards the city square , thoughts turn to Saturday night , stripers at the lake and the devil-may-care ..
Shady southern avenues and picnics at Indian Springs , lazy Sunday afternoons and playful children on dead end streets* ...

Standard legal fees are prima facie evidence of thievery  ...

To the planter offering his vegetable harvest by the roadside ..
To the purveyor of fine laying hens I pray quick exchange for her tireless labor .. Morning  , Noon into night ..
A moment of thought for Dairyman , Plowman and Farrier ..
My invocation for abundant harvest , tranquil rest and picturesque sunsets  ..

Today I'm Nathaniel Egger  , walking the clover narrows , enjoying his java and the morning Sparrows ...  Tomorrow morn with the flick of a switch I'm the Eskimo Pie that fell off the stick ..