Long Copperhead Poems

There’s an old river course with beginning and end,
now the river runs straight without this river bend,
where the water is still and the reeds do grow strong.
New life has taken over in a billabong.

The mat...

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""Entirely you know 
I cannot change 
the whole of the 
World all on my 
own." - 


"Or can I?"  

"I mean whom 
better to start 
with?"" 


""Yes, finding I 
am; Humility 
raises no 
defense...

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Mr. Copperhead went to the copper mines
to see what fortunes he could find
Pick and shovel followed close behind
On a burrow named Ole Bleu

Mr. Copperhead was boon-town sick
He struck so much ore 
Even pranced around like...

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Two summers ago
Armed only with a hoe
Went to the garden
Hoping the ground not harden

Twas a nice summer morn
Just for gathering corn
Got to the herb raised beds
Thought I'd some basil instead

Pulled out my knife
To cut some...

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I live in a town where all things go in
reverse. The bushes grow reversely,
shrink smaller back into seeds, and roll back
into the past-life seeds. The river flows

reversely, very swiftly. My friends,
my nephews and nieces, my...

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Haiku one of my first poems on soup
rattlesnake


Georgia rattlesnake
venomous dangerous foe
hidden in garden  

A Rattlesnake In Georgia
Metamorph Revision

To the herb garden meandered
   Some squash needed picking
Gloved hands and a six inch long...

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I am a sparkle of human truth,like to much knowledge that throbs like a wisdom 
tooth.
I give my heart that is to valuable to be bought,I give my true feelings as well as 
my thoughts,and...

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Vibrant chroma dots the mountains and valleys;
we hike the Red River gorge, taking in it’s
majestic pigmentation; leaves of October
crunch beneath booted feet.

We take our journey with care, as the cliffs
can be deadly in an instant;...

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One fine day Ted sat up like an arrowhead
Straight out he jumped out of bed
Had a quick coffee and a bite of bread 
Ted liked to think things through in his head

Nothing he liked better...

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A walking track through the forest,
shrouded by giants, providing shade,
with broken boughs, leaf litter and life,
and a cool mountain stream in a glade.

This stranger can only see beauty,
where many see nothing at all,
it may be...

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Jim Stokes is at the Memphis Zoo.
He’s been assigned to interview
a Southern copperhead. A few
have scared him s _ _ _ less in the past.
Thank God this one’s behind thick glass!

Jim: Good, morning, Mr. Copperhead.

Snake:...

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walking silently with the spirits of the woods 
             the stunning acquaintance of a snowy Owl
       ...

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Where are all the story songs,
like 'Gypsies, Tramps and thieves'?
'The Gambler' and ' a boy named Sue',
'Ruby', where his wife leaves?
'The night they drove old Dixie down',
the American Civil War,
and 'Coward of the County' where
the...

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