I got a belly full of whiskey
I got a puffed up liver and puffed up feathers too
I got a drum to dance to
I got owl in my spirit and i fly when i want to
I got rebel in my soul just like my grand-daddy do
I got a prayer to the Creator that i chant to
I got the high cheekbones and a nose like my dead ones do
Im living in a world that aint right, it aint mine
I hold my hands to the sky and i put my face in the earth
I ask my dead ones what i should do
I pour some whiskey on the ground for them too
I wont forget even if the world wants me to
-e.g.
Like me, Jimmy had a passion
For writing poetry too
So I thought I’d write a special one
To share with all of you
For my cousin Jimmy Peoples
I have a lot of fond memories
From when we grew up together
With such loving families
After our Grand-daddy Gray
I was supposed to be named Lawrence
But since I was born a girl
I was given the name of Florence
Jimmy was born two months after me
And Lawrence was his middle name
Our childhood days were filled with joy
And happy memories will always remain
As we grew older through these 51 years
And the adult life kept us mostly apart
All of the fun, laughter and adventures
Feels just like yesterday in my heart
I developed a cousin family reunion
To keep all of our cousins in touch
To get together with all the families
To me, it really means so much
I trust in the Good Lord
As only He knows just when
It is the time for one of us
To come and join with Him
Though Jimmy is going home
With the Lord before we do
I’ll cherish all the precious memories
Until I reach Heaven too
Love, Flo
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Through the veil of darkness, hear the screech of the owl drag.
Its lonely voice hangs on grand daddy gray beard, sliding down.
Borne on mist, it steals across the swamp to higher ground,
silent as a crawling snail, into the cub Scout’s sleeping bag.
Who is Bigfoot’s Great Grand Daddy?
Whether living in a city or on the mountain side,
People from the world around astound us with their views.
He’s nine-feet tall, a hairy thing as upright he flees and leaves.
Only tracks are left behind and a humongous memory,
They say that Big Foot does exist and for eons has survived.
A humanoid of greatest size, a hairy, beastly mystery…
Could he be a type of man, some scary giant beast?
Birthed on earth destined to roam, living on the land.
Was Bigfoot a hunter-gatherer on earth since ancient times?
Living on the land without a man-made dwelling to call home.
And if he is really all that they say and if he roams the earth these days,
Tell me, someone, won’t you, please, who is Big Foot’s Great Grand Daddy?
TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY GO TO THE FOLLOWING LINK:
=> http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/journal/4862289-who-is-bigfoot-s-great-
grand-daddy (It talks about Jacob and Esau in the Bible and discusses the possibility that
Esau was a Bigfoot. Could it be? READ AND SEE WHAT YOU THINK. (Then, let me know.)
WINTER IS A VERY CHILLY SEASON,BUT ALSO IT BRINGS ME GOOD MEMORIES OF MY
DESEASED GRANDFATHER.AS IT SNOW, WE BOTH ARE HOLDING EACHOTHER CLOSE.
LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW,THE SNOW LOOKS AS IF IT MAY GRANT US A WISH.
IT SHINES LIKE A LIGHT,IT'S LIKE IT'S MAGICAL BECAUSE IT GETS ME THROUGH
THE NIGHT WITHOUT BEING FRIGHT.
AS I WAKE UP TO MUCH MORE SNOW,AND OF COURSE MY GRAND-DADDY'S ALREADY UP
AND OUT THE DOOR.
AS I STEP OUTSIDE,MY GRAND DADDY'S EYE'S WAS THE GREATEST SUPRISE.
AS THE ICE COLD SNOW JABS AGAINST MY FACE,I GOT READY TO BUT MY
GRAND FATHER SUDDENLY WIPED THE SNOW AWAY.
EVERY TOUCH HE LEFT ON MY FACE ON THAT VERY SPECIAL WINTER DAY CAN BE
TRACED,BUT NEVER ERASED.
THAT WINTER IS ONE SPECIAL SEASON THAT I CAN ADMIT
DID NOT GO WRONG,
AS THOUGH I BLINKED AND MY GRAND FATHER GONE.
WINTER IS VERY SPECIAL TO ME,AND THE REASON IS BECAUSE IT
REMINDS ME OF MY GRAND DADDY.
COLD,SHARP,AND WET SNOW IS WHAT I ENJOY THE MOST,
MY GRAND FATHER IS MY WINTER NATURE AND HE MAKES MY
WINTER GLOW AND SO MUCH MORE.......
Sometimes as I lay in my bed, I hear sounds.
Sometimes it can be very loud and then it can be very low.
Just what it is, I don’t know?
Dad say’s it’s all in my head...
He says that I should not be scared.
Mom says it’s just this old house, just settle in.
Almost like when Grand daddy sits in his old chair.
I guess Mom and Dad could both be right?
Maybe it’s just me and my fear of the night?
Soon after they leave, I finally settle down.
When all of a sudden!
I hear a loud sound, Boom!
I sprang from my bed and ran down the stairs and what should I see?
It’s just our old dog Ralph and silly little me.
Oh! What a relief... I’m so glad to see, it’s just Ralph and me...
I guess the only real noise I hear, are just the footsteps of me.
It's a proud family tradition
Here in the hills of Tennessee
My grand daddy brewed White Ligntin
And my daddy, before me.
It's just Cornmeal, water and yeast
Brewed in the family still.
Them revenuers can't find the place
They probably never will.
Don't drink it down, you sip it slow
It kicks like a stubborn ole mule.
There's a reason it's called White Lightnin
Some folks call it fuel.