Free Bird's last flight
I Need You
Midnight Rider
Tuesday's Gone
Simple kind of man
Caught Up In You
Gimme Three Steps
Hold On Loosely
Call Me the Breeze
One Way Out
These Eyes
Blue Sky
Free Bird
Dedicated to Ronnie Van Zant, Steve Gaines, and backup singer Cassie Gaines, and the flight crew who died October 20, 1977 on a chartered Convair CV-240 bound for Baton Rouge, Louisiana, five miles northeast of Gillsburg, Mississippi.
Categories:
gaines, farewell, memorial, song, tribute,
Form: List
IMAGES OF THE PAST AND PRESENT
Old men like Phil, Howard, Kenny, Walter, and Gaines are forerunners of the past.
They walk with canes now and are in blazers and slacks.
They still talk game about equity.
They state they will die in their identity.
Gaines is the one I know the best.
He lives via mediums for political success.
Does he achieve as he is?
Gaines is an orphan, a Catholic, a bar attorney in Mississippi.
Older women like Dora, Bobby, and Jenny V. are Honey's strength.
They walk without assistance.
They are not like the men.
Their smiles are sugar pudding and they take on younger women.
These images are real life formed.
They manifested their destiny in socio-political and socio-religious forums.
They come from Baptist, Catholics, and Methodist faiths.
They are heroines and heroes and they have failed.
These are images of the past and present.
Eccentricity is their essence.
Exposed is their depth.
Their identity is within all of that.
Categories:
gaines, age, celebration, christian, community,
Form: Verse
home land my claims my status
false statements, interests of those of secondary gaines,
to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of red what is to hide shcemes and lies slander is to cover white colar crimes, above the laws and rules, done best at....
Categories:
gaines, daughter, death, father, husband,
Form: Verse
I'm not the "Scum from Swartz Creek".
I'm not the "Geek from Gaines".
I'm not the "Brat from Byron",
but the stigma still remains.
I've worn so many labels
and I've lived up to them all.
Refuse to be on display.
I just can't take the fall.
If what you see is ugly,
or just not what you'd be,
try to see how important it is
that you be you and I be me.
I'm not the Scum from Swartz Creek.
I'm not the Geek from Gaines.
I'm not the Brat from Byron,
but the stigma still remains.
Categories:
gaines, childhood, friendship, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Quatrain