Long Boonies Poems

Half a dozen girls, at least, were on my list of ‘maybes’, as I was on the prowl to find a date for junior prom,
When I was coaxed to think about a girl who lived...

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Officer Gwendolyn Becker - a “newbie” - at Newark P. D. down in 'Joizey', was combin’ the streets for a couple o’ thieves who’d been holdin’ up stations and stores...
When - back in an alley...

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Quy Nhon and The Tet Offensive
By Franklin Price
9/2/2018

Quy Nhon and the Tet offensive, more than fifty years ago
That Chinese New Year changed our world and most its ebb and flow
Until that day the boonies were...

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Vietnam in '68
By Franklin Price
08/10/2020

January '68, I arrived at Cam Rahn Bay
Found out this place, in Vietnam, was the best place I could play
Ground bound, in the Air Force, and living on the beach,
On a...

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driven from the boonies,
from the sticks, 
from the countryside &
into the heart of the cities
where the pulse thumps against the brain
soothing the heart simultaneously with the
guaranteed promise of 
an infinite energy &
an infinite wealth of...

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Well, I moved into town to live like a city slicker,
Loaded my truck, found a place, and here I am,
Though a country boy has a head a bit thicker,
City life is not so hard to...

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I think I watch far too much cable TV
   the noise a constant dulling drain on the intelligence once in me.
Summer time is worst the most demeaning season of them all
  ...

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It was the darkest of nights,
When Sir Chase lay alone.
His drug cravings getting the better of him
He hastily busts out a Garfield-sized rip

While Lady Kelsey withers away
In her dungeon comprised of boonies
and the party queen's...

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Rolling clouds over rolling hills.
Kentucky is winding it roads out in endless curves.
No hurry,
this journey drives me
through its curling landscape
as a self-reading picture book of racial memories.

Born in a far way place, I feel rooted...

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We'd had enough of city life,
and decided to live off the grid,
up in the wilderness of Montana,
just me and my husband Sid…
We lived in a little cabin
that was powered by a generator,
living like pioneers,
we didn't...

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In ol' Songbe the choppers rise
From the sling-out pad with sleepy eyes,
All filled with special OD goodies--
Frags and doo just for the boonies.

We'll convoy up Rt. 309
And build a bridge 
Where the French one stood.

The...

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Sparks take to sky,
My heart could fly,
Family found,
When I come around,
It feels like home;
Grab a beer and let’s roll,
We’ll take the back roads no toll,
The boonies,
Could swoon me,
It feels like being alive,
Beside my blood I...

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