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we're lost on back country roads
guessing directions
Categories:
back country, lost,
Form: Senryu
A crude young fellow from upstate New York
He never learned to handle a fork
He jabbed at his food
In fact, he was quite rude
And he behaved like a back country dork.
Written May 29, 2022
10/10/6/6/10
Categories:
back country, humor,
Form: Limerick
silence is broken
as dog barks in back country
alerting owners
Categories:
back country, animal,
Form: Haiku
Beautiful bird
Stay here don't fly away love
In a kingdom full of slopes and trees
Tour chirping I hear, they're heard
So wonderful
Beautiful bird
Fluttering and flying
It was a motivation and you're in the terrain
Just before the thunder you hide from the rain
Much I marveled the summer back country
While in the trees your bobbing head spies me
So wonderful
Beautiful bird
8/6/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Categories:
back country, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, bird,
Form: Free verse
No sunrise sparkled brighter,
No thunder clapped,
No trumpet sounded at your birth.
You were just born,
Grew to live youth,
To fish back country ponds, summer streams,
Run roadways and highways like a deer,
To work, to marry,
Raise a family,
Retire to loneliness,
To find yourself
Within yourself
In back woods you loved.
Your friends were trees,
As were birds, and clouds and summer flowers
And squash berries.
When you were down, you looked up
To her, your departed love and wife-Annie.
Your joy was in a tenor voice to guitars,
Kitchen sing -a- longs
And cowboy yodeling.
You knew not your time.
No bugle sounded at your death,
The world paid no respects
But we wept there beneath tall trees and mountains,
Where you were laid to rest,
Where mother finally saw you home
And peace was truly yours.
Spruce trees, fish, clouds, ponds and streams
Will all remember you…as I.
W.C.Hull ©2000-2020-20-11-018
Categories:
back country, tribute,
Form: Free verse
A SEASON OF INDIGENCE
This drought and curse
Of hand to mouth;
An unrepentant encroachment of pauperism
Impregnating our back country
Discern,
Our bigwigs in back country
Stand aloof
While,
Season after season
Millions of Pickneys
Flourish with kwashiokor
I,
A son of the soil,
A citizen of the world
Peruse no light
At the end of the tunnel
Jet age swarmed us with gusto,
An age when birds
Learned to flutter incessantly
Criss crossing the Atlantic and Pacific oceans
Ushering in a pretence
In social change
Only to abscond
With it's tail between it's legs
Information age,
Just stirred from it's slumber
It's lazy eyes struggling to adjust
To our flickering fluorescent
Hard drive here....flash drive there.....
Mouse click left....mouse click right....
Still,
I see no light
At the end of the tunnel
Robots are now delegating affairs
Our barns are empty
Our children famished
Poverty is now an opium of humanity
Alas,
Third trimester of harbor, now in labor,
The Surgeon's predigious epidural hype
Adjudged below the belt, still born!
Categories:
back country, world,
Form: Free verse
Does “childish” come to mind when discussing politics
Did you say no??? You must be living in the sticks
With no Internet or TV
Haven't heard of these geeks?
Sure boggles my mind, these backcountry hicks
Categories:
back country, hilarious,
Form: Limerick
There’s a billy on the open fire
Piles of beech wood by the door
Smokey stains adorn the iron roof
Wax drips on bench and floor.
Old cobwebs drape the windows
Dog-eared cards upon a shelf
The half a dozen Readers Digests
Will fill the evening by yourself.
Outside the rain is pouring down
As you brew your cup of tea
A candle betrays a subtle draft
But you're warm and quite comfy.
Bunks line against a single wall
You see where mice have chewed
Checking socks upon the mantelpiece
Again enjoying the pleasing mood.
As you sign within the guestbook
A chance to read the travellers tales
Of epic journeys, in stunning land
Huge success and classic fails.
Lives saved by simple shelter
To casual stops along the track
Unplanned stays for many a day
Seen as palace, a villa, and shack.
And to you this place is special
It’s a place you just adore.
And though you’ve never visited,
You know you've been in here before.
*The NZ Department of Conservation manages a network of over 950 huts of all shapes and sizes. They provide unique places to stay, refuge from bad weather, or rest and recover while experiencing the great outdoors.
Categories:
back country, beautiful, environment, feelings, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
The sky royal blue as it overlooked king louie's castle
Tucked away serene in the back country
Not a knight out of place not even a distressed damosel to be saved
Even the dark musky dungeons were seeing their better day
War was at hand, but everyone stayed calm
Honest king louie with his massive blue eyes
Flashed his brow twice and the war was dismissed
All his followers chanted his good name
Give cheer for the king and his court
As he reigned on his throne beside the beautiful queen
Alls well that ends well in this medieval scene
July 27, 2013
Categories:
back country, fun,
Form: Free verse
Perchance
I'll never know his name nor assume his thoughts,
This man I saw perchance today
Approaching from a distance I paid not much mind
Closer yet, the eyes adjust to features I have known
This man perchance I've met?
His walk is slow, and carefully he treads
The pavement's edge on wooded back country road
No smile graced his face, but simple warmth did so exude
This ragged man I met perchance today
No words exchanged, just one perplexing gaze
As quickly I sped by
This world of mine, this world of his
Perchance they do collide?
I wonder now if I had stopped and gathered all my thoughts,
Engaged him in the spoken word within his world and mine
What would I learn perchance?
Would I learn that men are not created equal?
That all men are intertwined somehow?
I judge not men by countenance alone ,
but by the spoken word
I listened with my heart to words unsaid
An honest man I think perchance I met
By the side of the road this day
And me the poorer man for sure
Perchance, perchance, perchance
Categories:
back country, father, introspection, people, words,
Form: Blank verse
Warm mug of joe
And a back country road
Tune softly sung in my ear.
I waited for you
To finally get through
And into my life reappear.
It makes perfect sense
I've got no defense
And never a doubt my dear
That my love is for real
And I just hope you feel
The same way I do when you're near.
Categories:
back country, girlfriend, love, romance, woman,
Form: Light Verse
Enter Contest
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
Paladin, have gun would travel,
The wrongs he’d sort, to unravel,
Fortunes soldier, no armour for him,
Didn’t need the judges gavel,
just a colt .45 and a grin
Where would he roam ,
In the back country alone,
Sleeping by the fire he did own,
Sleeping on his saddle.
Rattlesnake for brekky, soon,
Toasted on the fire, in June,
Gunfight, 45 plonks away,
Straight shooting Paladin,
This I say.
Role model long past it is him:)
Don Johnson
"Paladin, Have gun will travel."
Categories:
back country, adventure
Form: Rhyme
What a nice drive today.
Good to get away,
From the city and it's noise....
To seek other joys,
And here in this solitude
Of a back country road,
My mind is glued
To what thou hath shown!
There's the glory of the sunlight
As it peeks through the trees,
As it shineth on them....
And there's that soft country breeze!
I can hear the sound
Of birds up above,
And on the ground.....
There's a squirrel and a dove.
There's the girgle of the brook,
And wherever I look, o Lord....
Thy beauty it shows!
Categories:
back country, holiday
Form: Light Verse