poetry with pictures....

Christmas Morning...

2008-03-09T07:34:00.001-07:00

Christmas Morning...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Old Doors and Hinges..

2008-01-04T07:08:00.001-08:00

Old Doors and Hinges..
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Hattie...

2008-01-04T06:45:00.001-08:00

Hattie...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Down a country road
near a tiny Coal town
Called Whisper Hollow...
a old woman named Hattie
lives in A house trailor
behind the pine trees..
Nineteen sixty two
she bought it new...
ownes all the land
as far as she can see...
mined it 3 times
But this time
they restored the land.
460 acres
just outside town....
But, her trailor is not
what it may seem..
fourteen rooms
was built around it..
the trailor sits
deep inside the walls.
(It's A hall way now they say)..
i've never been there..
or seen past the pine trees..
Talk at the rest home
is her daughters
have been
"checking things out.."
Her Son has been overheard
talking to contractors
about developing the land.
Hattie waits for darkness
and walks the road
watching sunsets
and shadows
Hearing the quiet,
while she can...
wishing that someone
(just one of them)
would come to visit...

Shadows of Time....

2008-01-03T14:35:00.001-08:00

Shadows of Time....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Late in the day
when shadows fall
and darkness
first begins
inside
the cabin walls...
i feel at peace.
as if time
did not
touch me..
i feel poetry
deep within
my soul...
i feel as though
it needs me
simply to
write it down.
this is a place
of silent whispers....
where hands
that touched
the ancient walls
now lay
sleeping...
long ago
buried
where daisys
are blooming...
and memories
softly linger
on shadows
of time...

Autumns Frosting..

2008-01-03T14:34:00.001-08:00

Autumns Frosting..
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Jack Frost came
a thief in the night
His touch left my flowers
a sad ugly sight.
He lingered till morning
Whisked away by the sun
but he left a message
in the damage he done.
he'll bring old man winter
( Winter's just round the bend)
He's waiting for Autumn
to come to her end.

Slower Days..........

2008-01-03T14:32:00.001-08:00

Slower Days..........
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

The old Cabin door
reminded me
of slower days....
a time of sowing
and reaping...
when a home
was simply
a place to eat..
a place to sleep..
a shelter from
the rain and snow...
when a house was built
by trees in the way
of homes & barns
graden plots
and chicken coops...
Where tiny nuts
grew on the trees
left for shade..
& A faint smell
of jellys & jams
seemed to fill
the emptyness
as blackberrys ripened
in a summer's sun
near the back door....

The Falling of Time...

2008-01-03T14:30:00.001-08:00

The Falling of Time...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

At the top of a hill
close to the county line
i found her falling...
A house
that once held
laughter and tears...
so silently she seemed
to be dying..
surround by fencelines
and weeds...
the old barn
stronger than her
faithfully stood
at her side...
His memories too
have been many.....
the rust on the silos
spoke of time
standing still
against blue skies...........
and the reaping of
seeds once sowed
on furtile land.

The Intrusion...

2008-01-03T14:29:00.001-08:00

The Intrusion...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

The old cabin door
stood open...
as if waiting
for my departure.
I've come to know
the old house
much too well..
sometimes
i feel welcome
other times not..
this was a time
i felt I was
intruding...
the first of Autumn
was touching
late summer trees..
summer was passing.
To know Autumn
is to believe
Winter's her lover..
for soon she will fall
into his grasp
their courtship is cold
and short....
first she must
redress the leaves
(green is not
a Autumn color...)
She will paint
Natures canvas
gold and red,
purple and orange...
& before she's done..
Trees will stand naked.
This late summer chill
made me feel
winter was here...
flurting with Autumn...
they've been lovers so long
time can predict them...
the old door open
said many things...
as i left i watched
autumns first leaves
dancing across
wooden floors...
I did not
close the door.

Guilt.....

2008-01-03T14:28:00.001-08:00

Guilt.....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

looking out the window
facing the lake
behind the house
a feeling came to me...
telling me
to wash the window.
the voice was silent
and seemed to be
upset with the window..
( I was Alone)
Two times
i've entured the Cabin,
once through a window,
This time
the door was open.
Both times
I have seen
perfect Orbs
within this space..
It is not so much
as i believe in them..
just a fact, I am one
who found them
in my pictures......
I do not question
what others claim i see
when Orbs appear...
now this picture
saddens me
makes me feel guilty,
for i did not
wash the window...

WINTER WHISPERS....

2008-01-03T14:26:00.001-08:00

WINTER WHISPERS....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

October fades
into yesterday
& November bursts
through time,
like fog on
the early morning
river winds….
As Autumn dances
with jack frost
on cold
Winter whispers
of time…… …

Autumns departure...

2008-01-03T14:25:00.001-08:00

Autumns departure...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Looking out the old window
I felt Autumn leaving..
the chill in the air
said may things.
Things will be changing.
Summer has gone
where seasons go..
spring is there
and soon
Autumn will join them.

First Impressions..

2008-01-03T14:23:00.001-08:00

First Impressions..
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

i found Him sitting alone
between 2 sets of trees
hidden from view
near a public hunting sign
off a gravel road...
He just seemed
to appear there...
in the middle of no where.
his one eye
seeming to glare
at me intruding...
i felt as though
He seemed
as suprised
to see me
as i was
to see him..
sunrays fell
Like a rainbow
all around Him..
as if they'd come
to visit...
i did not look inside
the old glass
or touch his door..
I did not see his other side..
someday i will
but not this time..

Ants and wings...

2008-01-03T14:19:00.001-08:00

Ants and wings...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Take me a ride"
said the ant to the bee..
"take me up high
in the sky so i'll see"
"but we've been there & back
said the bee with a frown..
"the last time i took you
you begged to come down.."
"this time i will do it"
said the ant to the bee
"I'm ready to fly
don't ya worry about me"
So on climbed the ant
as they flew in the air..
and the ant got a bee's
eye view from up there..
But the bee had to get
back to working again..
as he landed the Ant
said "i'm thankful i am"
"i'll be there for you when
you need me dear friend.
I'll re-pay you this ride
when i come back again.."
The bee felt so cool,
as he buzzed all around.
and he told the story
to every bug that he found..
Soon a Butterfly came
& she seemed all amused..
so the bugs said "please tell us
what has you so confused..."
"You silly old bugs"
said the bold butterfly
I've hauled 200 aunts
on one 2 hour fly..
they always thank me
for their time in the sky
it's payment to bury
My wings when I die..

Seeds....

2008-01-03T14:18:00.001-08:00

Seeds....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

SEEDS.....

Once i awoke within a dream.
to find that peace had come.
All the world had freedom.
there was not one evil done.
Every war had ended,
and hunger was no more.
life had so much meaning,
when, it never did before.
Yet, I was the only one.
left upon this earth
for death had come to everyone,
who would not give peace birth
i saw about myself no sign
of modern mortal men
yet i remembered yesterday
and how the world had been.
I screamed a God to tell me why.
Oh why He did not hold
peace within the hearts of men,
treasured more than gold?
"it was then i heard a silent voice,
come from it seemed the sky
"if everything were perfect.
one would not need to try
there shall be the hungry ones
as well as those quite full
there shall be the loving hearts
as well as those quite cruel
there shall be the fortunate
as well as those in need
peace won't come till everyone
plants a peacefull seed.
it was then i asked the silent voice
to tell me one by one
where had been the peaceful seeds
to plant by everyone?
the voice became a whisper
then it quivered than it cried
search your heart and soul each day
for they are there inside
if everyone quite fortunate
helped out just one in need
the full would feed the hungry
but that's just one peaceful seed
i awoke from that dream to find ,
some follow some shall lead
but one thing that we all can do
is plant that peacefull seed.

The Shadow tree...

2008-01-03T14:17:00.001-08:00

The Shadow tree...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

The Shadow tree...
There is a place,
Up on the ridge..
over by Claytown
on a county road
short cut.
where bales of Hay
save the warmth from
A late summer sun.
( Late as in passed)
Autumn has yet to touch
this tree that made
nice fine shadows
for cool summmer shade..
But Autum is here
she dances around them.
Today, She brought
cool winds
and dark winter skies.
she's coloring the lanscape
leaf by leaf...
soon the shadow tree
will stand naked
with all the others.

Winters Window....

2008-01-03T14:16:00.001-08:00

Winters Window....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Winters Window....
The old cabin
has a window
overlooking a lake.
hidden in summer
when trees are dressed...
yet ever so present
once Autumn arrives...
it doesn't take her long
to make a date
with old man winter..
Their lovers you know..
(doesn't everyone know?)
she sends him autum kisses
made of leaves
dancing in the cold winds..
(she left a few for me
tucked on the window)
Just before He arrives
she changes things..
(green is not
her favorite color..)
she paints them red
yellow and green
orange..even purple..
then she strips them naked
to prove her promice
of dancing
into winter...
I have been told
in late September
the old man stands
at this window
watching Her ......

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Dancing with Butterflies.....

2008-01-03T14:14:00.001-08:00

Dancing with Butterflies.....
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

Dancing with Butterflies.....
It was early September
a warm sunny day..
my five year old grandson
was busy at play..
when the back door burst open
and he came running in..
Saying "Grandma, oh, Grandma
the butterflies back again..."
Armed with my camera
and him with one too..
we both went chasing
butterlies ( there was 2)..
we laughed as we ran
all over the place...
Sticking our cameras
in their butterfly face...
with a smile on his lips
he sat on the ground..
said " Grandma I love
watching them dance around"...
I sat there a long time
as he danced with them too...
then he reached up & caught it
said "he's my gift to you"...
with his tiny hand reaching
to hand it to me..
i told him i'd rather
he set my present free.
He opened his fingers
& it seemed like a race....
as he and that butterfly
danced all over the place..

Keeping Distance...

2008-01-03T14:12:00.001-08:00

Keeping Distance...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

The old house
tucked away in time..
seemed to be
trying to hide.
I did not invade
her space this day....
maybe it was
nervous thoughts
of snakes and mice
(and things not so nice)
that kept me
keeping my distance..
i have come to trust
my first impressions...
the sky promiced rain,
as i sat upon the huge rock
with my camera.
i could see
small animals
looking out windows...
watching me
as if checking to see
what i was doing...
Dodging my harmless
Just missed shots...
Birds cried out
from the trees
as if awaiting
my departure..
They say a old man
who lives by the county line
brings them cracked corn
and scraps ......

The Falling of Time...

2008-01-02T15:49:00.001-08:00

The Falling of Time...
Originally uploaded by Backroad Drifter

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2007-12-05T15:30:00.000-08:00

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2007-07-15T13:17:00.000-07:00

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