Bevil purnell is living it up
On YouTube named Jackson tracker
He really loving life
On YouTube named Jackson tracker
He helped a lot of refugees
And he was there for all of his kids and grandkids
But now he is on YouTube as
The great Jackson tracker
Bevil purnell is going to theme parks now as well as fancy eating
Bevil purnell is loving his parents
Who take him to see the world as
Little cute Jackson tracker
I know bevil misses his last life
But his new family are living it up
Yes bevil is now a tracker
The famous
The famous
The really famous Jackson tracker

Hart-Bevil Cemetery, Tyler County, Texas



From service as Companions of the Conqueror
To the democracy of death and dust


This was family land in the long ago
Now alienated from the living
Accessible through permissions and locks
But we and the ghosts are okay with that

They say that only four of them were hanged
The dealer in false deeds died of old age
Some possibly were saints; hard to believe
For after all, we are de Beauville’s kin

From Normandy, and then green Chesterton
And then dispersed to the colonies
At the convenience of His Majesty
De Beauvilles and Bevilles and then Bevils

And some are buried on this lonely knoll
Dim mossy bones and stones among the pines
Across the fence a little heap of glass
Broken flower vases from the dime store


Now the democracy of dust and death
But once
                    Companions of the Conqueror

The Big Kids

For Claude Bevil Blanchette Hall,
Of Happy Memory

1954

Sprinkled by the janitor from a coffee can
The oily smell of the green sawdust sown
Along the old school hallway’s green tile floors
And pushed along with a long-handled broom

My brother’s at the door with my lunch money
He’s one of The Big Kids, 5th grade, y’know
High up on the third floor, where we can’t go

Not yet

What’s it like to be one of The Big Kids?

2017

My brother’s on a higher floor again
And what’s it like up there, where we can’t go?

Not yet

For our Mothers on Christmas Eve

             For Katherine Mattie Bevil Blanchette Hall, 1922 – 2010
                                         and all our mothers

Beyond all other nights, on this strange Night,
A strangers’ Star, a silent, seeking Star,
Helps set the wreckage of our souls aright:
It leads us to a stable door ajar                                                          

And we are not alone in peeking in:
An ox, an ***, a lamb, some shepherds, too -
Bright Star without; a brighter Light within
We children see the Truth those Wise Men knew

For we are children there in Bethlehem
Soft-shivering in that winter long ago
We watch and listen there, in star-light dim,
In cold Judea, in a soft, soft snow

Everyone is growing old
Everyone I know
Like David Mather
Who I used to talk to
As he was doing the shoes
Bevil purnell
I used to see him at the swimming pool
And at our Sunday morning breakfast
Discussion group
Stan niemiec
He went to my Sunday morning breakfast
Discussion group
Murray Flynn
One of the very nice mental health workers
Who thought I was a very good person
My father Barry Allan
I used to like talking to him about things
At home and when he went out
My cat lucky and muscles
I used to play with them and in a way have fun
Stan burns he used to walk us into the wetlands in Sandgate in Newcastle
Jean Allan I used to watch tv with her
But her house was so dusty I could hardly breathe
Mel.  I liked talking to her about her ****** life trying to keep her positive
Everyone of these people are all dead
And I am suffering because I have trouble talking to my people now
Unless I am having fun
I want to have fun with people
But everyone thjnks I want to be with old people but overall if anymore people in my life die I will go crazy
So I keep up to date on their next lives
Or just enjoy myself
Death happens
One minute you are having fun in your current Surroundings
Next minute you have to find more surroundings
You need to live your life
And have fun

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                            The British Army Pocket Knife

A great big chunk of folded Sheffield steel
For pocket, backpack, toolbox, or workbench
Rope work, leather work, awning work, rifle repair
Gutting a rabbit for dinner if it comes to that

No plastic-y Swiss gimcrackery for us
One tightens the blade by taking a hammer to the rivets
And sharpens it hastily on a handy rock
Wash off the mud and the blood and it’s good to go

It’s clanky, clunky, and out of date – it’s British
As British as can be - and so are we




I’m not British, but I needed a voice. My Hall ancestors were transported from Northern England to the New World for being bad, and the same for my deBeauville / Beauville / Beville / Bevil ancestors from Chesterton and my McQueen ancestors from Scotland.

I love my nifty British Army knife.

I will never eat rabbit again. Ich.