The pond calls to the dogs
As the day nears perfection
Sunshine and heat mix for
A chance at a perfect day.
Kids float summertime lazy
On a glassy pond
Dogs swim and retrieve
Swim and retrieve
Sticks, apples and hard green pears.
Shade is a pleasure
But not a necessity
As I sit and watch
And remember other perfect days.
Frogs caught, laughs of joy and pleasure
Splashes of eager dogs
A cold glass of sweet tea
Dew drops trailing down
Yep, it has my vote
A perfect day.
Stories, Old Ragged Verse, Letters to and from mountain cousins by Storyteller and Appalachian Humorist Stephen Hollen. Enjoy the humor and bittersweet memories of Eastern Kentucky and a place where the mist crawls down the mountainside ''like molasses on a cold plate''
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Run Away
Run away with me for a while
Wait till eyes are turned
Sneak off right quick
And run...
Run so very fast
Your hair flies back
Your eyes water
Your mouth turns up
In a knowing grin.
Run away with us
Come on now, come
Chase through the woods
Catch me if you can
Come on now,
Run.
Wait till eyes are turned
Sneak off right quick
And run...
Run so very fast
Your hair flies back
Your eyes water
Your mouth turns up
In a knowing grin.
Run away with us
Come on now, come
Chase through the woods
Catch me if you can
Come on now,
Run.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Old Dog
Old dog sits and waits
Not allowed inside
Weary and lost
Looking for his master
Not knowing he has gone
To that undiscovered country
But waiting and willing
To follow when he's called.
Not allowed inside
Weary and lost
Looking for his master
Not knowing he has gone
To that undiscovered country
But waiting and willing
To follow when he's called.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Unspoken Love
Ancient eyes open slowly
Blinking carefully
Old man awakes reluctantly
Remembering his dream
Regretting his life.
Not wanting the last wisps to fade
He clings to dreams and memories
Holding her one more time
Looking deep into her eyes,
Hearing her laugh
Kissing her smile.
Tears wash away sleep
As he shakes his head slow.
Oh, the sadness of love unspoken
The loneliness of unrequited love.
Blinking carefully
Old man awakes reluctantly
Remembering his dream
Regretting his life.
Not wanting the last wisps to fade
He clings to dreams and memories
Holding her one more time
Looking deep into her eyes,
Hearing her laugh
Kissing her smile.
Tears wash away sleep
As he shakes his head slow.
Oh, the sadness of love unspoken
The loneliness of unrequited love.
Labels:
Appalachian poetry,
love
Monday, April 19, 2010
Feud
Mountain rising
Holler broad and low
Pushin' the hills apart
Away from one another
As if a referee
In an ancient feud.
Holler broad and low
Pushin' the hills apart
Away from one another
As if a referee
In an ancient feud.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Chicken Scratchings
Chickens scratch, feet in the dirt
Scratch, hunt and peck
Writing avian petroglyphs
In the dust of a barnyard.
Scratch, hunt and peck
Writing avian petroglyphs
In the dust of a barnyard.
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