Carolina Poems

Davy Crockett 1786-1836

According to the ballad,
Davy Crockett, born in Tennessee
(part of North Carolina at the time),
kilt him a b'ar when he was only three
(altho' only a song,
always had my doubts about cruelty to animals
from one so young).
Playing with it night and day, young Davy
should have taken more care
(had a hunting reputation),
he pulled the arms and legs off
his

Carolina Evening

Chirping in the trees
Notes weave through orange sunset
Evening’s song takes flight

Asheville North Carolina

Walking downtown streets of Asheville 
I could hear drums in the white wind
Despite being deserted I feel a thrill
Of creative energy hoping to thrive again

The shops full of unique crafts and goods
With store workers seemingly bored
Gentrified was the emerald neighborhood 
But evidence of roots still in stores

Helene had come through full steam 
Wiping away many

60 miles from Cherokee

I took my bike on Amtrak, got off at Charlottesville.
Climbed up to the Blue Ridge parkway, the first of many a hill.
I met a Canadian Carpenter as I got closer to N.C.
He was cycling alone; his wife would meet him in Miami.

We shared some jokes and when food ran low
resupplied at the green valley of

South Carolina

I left the old me on the South Carolina sand.
The naive, sensitive, fragile girl stayed on that land.
I signed my life away for a greater good out there.
Sacrificed what I was to become someone better.
I left that place as someone unrecognizably new.
Stronger, braver, not someone easily subdued.
South Carolina kept all that I was before.
I clawed,

western north carolina

muddy waters recede
give up beloved dead recovered
appalachian songs eternal

Carolina Shore Nights

Carolina Coast
Nothing but stars in night sky
Could I grab them all?

Carolina Sunrise

Tides enfold first light,
Golden hues seep through briny mist,
Daybreak murmurs rest,
Ebb and flow dance quietly,
Dawn's tender overture sung.

Carolina Reaper

Fruity red pepper
burns with the fire of dragons~
Coming and going

Carolina Allspice

once again
        memories
             of sweet shrub
                        quietly imposes
     

Carolina

Churches sit upon red hills
And blue birdsong such a thrill
Romantic eyes looks that kill
Onyx night sky blue and still
Lovely southern accent that rings
In ears like song of sweetest dreams 
Neighborhood nosey busy body
And dogwood flowers by the creek

LA or Carolina Clay

Purple phone on the piano
Red rings sing of missed rendezvous 
I’m sure it is my fuchsia fellow
But what’s a cocoa girl to do

I’m in love with music and neon notes
Are so fun to tangerine discover 
His heart amethyst art full of hope
But melodies are my mahogany lover

He beckons me with a turquoise tease
I’m the man,

SNOW DAYS

Winter sun is yellow gold
Making mud run of melting snow
And Carolina clay is frozen hill
Where kids sled and play at will

Frosted sky with cotton cloud
In the eye of guy driving snow plow
He’s hard at work while we all play
All school kids search for snowy days

Carolina Wren

I love the birds that make their home in Florida…
The woodpeckers, doves and cardinals who live just beyond our front door…
The pelicans, herons and spoonbills we see on our walks along the shore.

And when we get to Florida…it does’t matter when….
I love how we are greeted every morning…by the Carolina wren.

The Carolina wren is a

The Old Mill Is Gone

The streets are filled with crying men,
filling the gutters up with tears.
As we walk from our final shift,
that’s fed us for a hundred years.

Eleven hundred jobs vanished, 
like a leaf caught upon the wind.
And Canton North Carolina,
will never be the same again.

What’s in store for us tomorrow,
no one can ever really know.
When your faith is

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