Blue jean stride leather boots on tar  Walking past the wisp of dried faded corn stalks  Backpack full of necessities,  Shadowed by my oily brimmed Stetson Straight on road,  Yellow-faded duo lines over crest in crest to hazy horizon  Old rusty sign, shaking to the warning of the present “Welcome to the Farm”  5 mi…

As I persist, let’s Come Together, all peoples, from what is around us… for this is what I read, hear, see in the news, and on social media… I hear… “Isolate, keep to yourself, your kind, don’t share your canceled thoughts, don’t help one another, you will be ignored, You created this problem, Your kind…

Thankful for  threads  that softly tie you to me, us to them,  a common empathy of fabric woven “We are but one thread within it…” bound together…  that no mania-political words can separate …for virtual/physical friends  that find the middle way, common ground  achieved  through His/Her Persistence Thankful for Clean air,  provided by regulations  through…

Green prickly acrid humidity, Valley rolling north leaning on the Seven Hills,  Old growth standing ground guarding oaks, hovering maples a money exchange with Chief Uncas, to be born into owned-land, West Farms, turned to Franklin, in honor of Benjamin,  agriculture digging in,  to farm Small Yankee ingenuity, push/pulling brown grainy wagon wheels, rocky roads,…

Irish eyes, blue, smiling a squint, A quiet man rests peacefully Back-glancing his journey, as He lay Surrounded by two sons and piper’s songs, Hands held softly, waiting…  From Harlem to Hartford, depression to long recession, (“always remember to boil the turkey bones after Thanksgiving for soup…”)  He laid down his feet, whimsically at first,…