Tag Archives: nostalgia

Penny Candy

        Selling penny candy Piece by tiny piece Cheap and sweet and handy Right here on the street . Get your straw of Lik-em-aid Gumballs and red-wax crown All inside a neat brown bag Lay your money … Continue reading

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Mid-day Post, July 11, 2017

  There were days in mid-summer when the sky was grey-white and close and even the birds were subdued in their singing.   Then the roar of the river shoals only whispered and one was tempted to sleep; to fall … Continue reading

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Reminiscence

  It was weeks past the winter solstice and in our place the winter was, or should have been, still in full force.  February was usually a month of ice, mud and snow and days spent locked indoors.  But the … Continue reading

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morning poem, December 16, 2016

This grey day Without snow or rain Without sunshine Is one more day When men in offices make decisions And boys sit in classrooms Waiting for bells and for tonight’s game These grey days And not the special ones Are … Continue reading

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Evening Poem, October 16, 2016

    Day fades to twilight The sky powder blue The trees drop their hands The roadways empty   Boil the teapot And load the stove with kindling Find the old poetry books And leave the window open Just a … Continue reading

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afternoon poem, October 16, 2016

The old wooden bench In front of the school Has seen summer and winter Spring and fall, too.   It has seen hearts be broken And a nation united It’s seen days of glory And young folks excited.   It … Continue reading

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evening poem #2, October 2, 2016

    I remember sunny days long ago By the bright water, all of us The afternoon starting to cool into evening Shade under the old oaks and elms Blankets on the ground Listening to the radio Love songs, all … Continue reading

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Walking The Horseshoe at The University of South Carolina

r The live oaks are giants and bent in ways unknown to other trees. Some were here when this place was part of another nation Their roots mound and spill over the brick edging and onto the wide walkways This … Continue reading

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morning poem, may 13, 2016

. The first grey of morning presses against the face of the lake still as glass It is too early for wind too early for birdsong In the sky above an eagle closes its wings and lights in a high, … Continue reading

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Morning Post, May 12, 2016

‘ She rested on the long, white towel she had draped over the painted wooden bench under a sky so bright that the white clouds seemed lit from within. There was music playing over the club’s PA system, old R&B, … Continue reading

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