lighthouse
up the steps to observe
tiny people
scurrying around
like ants
In Beer Brewing Leads the Way
Wrote this in support of a new
beer brewing company that just
came to town.
From Hatteras Wright Brothers would take off
First with long sputter followed by a loud cough
Background was sand with a wide ocean
Devotion to airplanes had created a commotion.
But, at time, no place was now nice and near
For any of us to have a round of beer
Much later we heard Check Six opened up
Could serve beer in glass or if you want a cup.
Aviation and beer's presence had been here
In Carolina where you can find Cape Fear
Things looked great and couldn't sell them short
So they picked a place and opened in Southport.
Selection of beer is abundant and extraordinary
Many fine flavors and kinds they do carry
And what they did tell me the other day
In Beer Brewing Check Six will lead the way.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
https://www.facebook.com/CheckSixBrewingCompany
Important to note this the ACT of dawning in Spanish (know of no English equivalent)
Cape Hatteras
Joe the Moustache
wiping the suds
& plays a black trombone while she
(Joe has taken a player piano
and nickelodean
from his lapels)
hurling now a nylon
and suddenly
slipped out of it all;
Joe throws her a blue and giraffe skin
She blows a kiss
and lifting a thigh
smiles and is gone
Joe into a head
blows himself
away.
Standing 'neath rocky vestige on Hatteras Cape
Overhead, sky's billowy caverns offer cerebral escape
Proffering delusions of grandeur in every size, shape
A ventilated ocean of blue; visions of bliss at which to
gape
Yet mind firmly planted in gravity's brace
Earthy ambitions wandering eye doth embrace
Nature's rhythms around beating heart do drape
Cluttered ridges enveloped by Crape Myrtle's sallowing
serape
Dark clouds swoon over the ridges, panoramic view
efface
Malingering light house hovers o'er the shadowy terrace
An angry ocean rises and then tumbles at rocky base
Cool, frothy ocean mist curdles my exposed nape
Cresting waves pound shoals; weary feet do chase
Swirling wind hurdles stinging needles at weathered face
Screaming sea gulls serenade, then with strafing swoops
menace