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A Poem For Late Winter

    Are you tired of all this snow Do you long for one day of sunshine Remember this: each day is a gift Perfect in its way Think about that first time you saw “Our Town” And the day … Continue reading

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afternoon poem, March 13, 2018

    This winter hangs on Like some besetting sin Like the memory Of some lost opportunity The slate and dirty bones Of a sky Spitting hard pellets of snow And wind that blows bold As if unafraid of May … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, March 12, 2018

  This late snow hangs heavy on branches and buds. Last evening we opened the windows And caught the aroma of coming spring. This morning’s white world makes us remember January and clotted roads. By noon all will be gone … Continue reading

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small town ’59

After the war Carl Beane started building houses in town.   There were men around then.  Some of us had served in Europe and others had just come of age.  We saw the ditches for the foundation being laid out … Continue reading

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Famous Last Words

  “All the experts are in agreement.”

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Fishing With My Father

  The last time I went fishing with Dad we drove down to Bath County and stayed at Nimrod Hall.  We left after work and it was after seven o’clock when we got there and just twilight.  We were anxious … Continue reading

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Voices 5 (Ballfields)

I am willing to bet that there is not a baseball field in this country that isn’t haunted. Unless the lights are on and kids are playing, I won’t go near one after dark. But I know the ghosts at … Continue reading

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Voices 11 (Fighting James Randall)

I had not been in a good fight for fifty years. Last time was at the YMCA in town.  A guy who fought all over town who I knew I could take.  James Randall.  He talked a big game and … Continue reading

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Will Stump (Voices)

I remember Will Stump.  He never played varsity ball, but you would always see him around town, playing on the outdoor courts.  We had courts everywhere back then and there were games all the time.  People in town knew who … Continue reading

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Voices 9 (Shelton College)

I was the last one to leave the building.   I came back to gather the few books I had left in my classroom – Aristotle, Shakespeare, Blake, McCauley’s History of England – and was stunned to find the doors … Continue reading

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