Long Crawdads Poems

Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum, a thunderous beast,
Playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide, dreams just out of reach,
Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles and Squeaks,
Moo! Quack! Giggles tumble and bump.
Flaps flapping, bright colors...

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On Fam’ly Traditions - 2nd third -
 


“Might as well grab us some food an' some beer...some ice...and some bundles o' wood, an' prob'ly some charcoal....there ain't nothin' better than walleye from right off a...

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"Autumn leaves don't fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar." - Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

I’ll loose myself in an autumn stroll
When leaves dance in...

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What was missing in my life?
You!

I lived many years without you,
not knowing what I was missing.

One day a surprise came to us
at an unexpected late- in- life date,
it was a baby boy.

He smiled at us...

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childhood (puzzle poem)

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In her slippery salmon swim
    And red streaked Crawdads chute
    Into her eddying pools
    To stare at her from beneath rocks.
    Whitewater rapids...

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“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).


Dressed up in their...

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7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).

Somberness into existence...

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RIVER FISHING


After school my friend and I would walk through town to the river
Soon to bait our trout lines with cotton cake, crawdads and liver.
Sometimes we used baby bullheads, perch or great big frogs
Tossing out...

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We loaded up for a Sunday drive
The Ozark Mountains were alive
Wild dogwoods of pink and white
Every shade of green in sight
Blooming jonquils and daffodils
Woodpeckers, blue jays, and whippoorwills
Even though the painting was unfinished
Nature's bounty was...

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I was a mere lad of ten living on a prairie farm in Hoosier land,
Roaming the fields in my old straw hat, barefoot, carefree and tanned.
My faithful dog, Spooks, was always with me chasing rabbits,
(And...

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A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE MALL

A funny thing happened on the way to the mall
It came in the form of a really odd call
My smart phone rang and answered itself
And began...

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Let’s keep on learning* amidst reading glow
Kindled by wondrous interest to grow
Radiating wisdom along knowledge flow
To vanquish ignorance and folly’s blow.

Led by guiding light of truth’s Source aright
Let’s read God’s Word** for instructions so bright
Seeking...

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I stand
Standing upon the emerald landscape
posture stiff and still
Eyes like black holes
devouring the space around me
Glass horse galloping, prisms 
exploding through the plainlands
Time passes faster and faster 
the clouds cocoon and bloom
into a wrinkled face,...

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Simple were the things that brought me so much joy,
During the fleeting summers when a Hoosier country boy!
As free as a soaring eagle in the vast wild blue yonder,
As o'er the meadows and through the...

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7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).



In Spring we...

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“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).


Sheltered within my mother’s...

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A Wolf and A Fox 
Roamed A Southern Wood
Most Folks, Who Caught A Glimpse
Said, ‘They’s Up To No Good ! ‘ …

But, Few Brave Enough To Follow
Their Trail, Into The Night
Past The Thickets and The...

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The night was rainy, hot and humid. It was the kind of night that populates steamy, black and white, noir movies where someone is murdered. The stars seemed reduced to sloshing behind moldy gray clouds,...

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Golden rays filter through rustling red leaves
Oscillating fall colors to rhythms of evening
Amid sounds exotic as animals roam freely
Deep into wilderness, where rare birds sing,
Where trees groove merrily to musical winds,
Whirling, weaving motifs of autumnal...

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Lived in Tyler when I was ten
And not too far from my home
Was a creek in an open field
I often played there alone

The creek was very low one day
There was a funny mud mound
It made...

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Settle deep in the creek as the waters consistently flow
Where the crawdads hide and upon which algae grow
A stepping stone as the children run to the other side
It’s just a rock, without feeling and no...

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Wild child, , she ran free
barefoot imagination
soul born in the country
full of life,  fascination

She was a wild mustang,
rearing, racing over hills 
 heart was full, spirit sang
lifetime memories were filled

She believed in fairies
knew elves...

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Hot sun on my back, leaning over the horse trough,
scrubbing the green slim off the sides.
The edge burns my hands and arms as I look for a hold,
Finally cooling the rim with water from the...

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A little girl named Buttercup
played in the meadow
by a stream
She'd watch fish swim by
and tell them all hi
but, when a snake slithered
up, she'd scream
Turtles sunning on a log
swam to see her
and frogs croaked out
big hellos
Crawdads...

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