I live in this house next to the crick
that I built up on some stilts
and my hounds sleep up under it
When it gets so hot you wilts
Yeah they sleep all day under the porch
And we hunt coons at night by a cattail torch
And we really love our life
When the spring rains followed the snow melt
that fell really heavy up north
I load the boys into the boat
And we all sallies forth
To hunt for the hogs that too are displaced
with water all around
I guarantee If one they see
Them dogs will start to sound
We always manage to get one or two
As I shoot from the stern of the boat
and you ain't tasted nothin finer
than the newly weaned flesh of a shoat
We really love our life,We really love our life
At the house we arrive and all thats alive I sweep
off of the porch thats come seaking higher ground
I bust out a jug and cut me a rug
With no-one to watch but my hounds
We eat high on the hog till we're stuffed like ticks
Really love our house in the sticks
Yeah we really love our life ,we really love it
Don't we boys ?
Non stop baying!!!!!!!!!!
As Winter Flees Giving Spring A Begrudging Nod
As winter flees giving Spring a begrudging nod
So the farmer waits to turn over life giving sod
Mother Nature, bows to Heavenly hand of God
Summer too, waits to embrace racing feet unshod
Young lads dancing forth with live bait and fishing pole
With promise of joy and food from fav fishing hole.
As life in enchanting mysterious ways
Sallies ever onward into those flowing days
So shall winter return to blanket earth with cold
We should give thanks we came from God's Heavenly mold.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-29-2022
Rhyme
Note: 1
When the light has been gifted and the heart wakes to see its power. Joy enters and falls like a blessed Spring shower.
Note: 2
My first in a while. Ablessing was gifted me this day- and that gift birthed this new creation, God works miracles and sees every fallen sparrow.
Take joy in all childhood affinities
for they are the makings of you my son.
I am a witness to boyish sallies
and, you child, its face to always gladden.
That in some small measure you become me
so your beginnings shine in countless ways,
and in my image mine own eyes do see
a candle lit that brightens all my days.
So permit me my quatrains and couplings,
forgive my rapture and quixotic state -
mine is the lexicon of beloved things
and yours the idioms that resonate.
Now blow your candles and cut your iced cake
and close your eyes and all your wishes make.
Written: March 2007
Summer sallies in blazing hot
Gentle in approach it is not
Chilly Spring winds soon forgot
Scorching sun off cooling soil steams
Warming all the rivers and streams
Melting core of soft snow dreams
Songbirds practice their choral sounds
Joined by grasshoppers’ leaps and bounds
Insects build their own playgrounds
Chirruping crickets call their mates
Flowerbeds fill with garden snakes
Sweltry nights no heat abates
Island, I can see you - distant fine pearl.
We drop harbor anchor, music greets us.
Leis are given by a native grown girl.
We walk ocean street not using road's bus.
Hostel makes us welcomed showing no fuss.
Time includes glass bottom boat and day's swim.
We watch manta ray, intrusive old cuss,
thinking someone might soon try to spike him.
Aviary sanctuary, slope's rim,
bison grazing, cycling city's alleys,
total living, sharing life to stein's brim.
So " manana," we will make more sallies.
We will charter boat and troll as Zane Grey,
catching huge fish, I can write book someday.
Patriot's Cause, America's Freedom
America; here was found a shore on which to cast
fateful voyage , ship speeding at full mast
patriots true to historic cause
world now gives great applause
In this land of mountains heaped in pride
Paule Revere raced his famous ride
over cobbled streets in dark of night
a patriot took to flight
Sounding a great alarm to rush to defend
to arms, all ye neighbors and friends
freedom's enemy silently sallies forth
marching from the North
History records the great battles big and small
patriots courageously defending, standing tall
victory earned by death and sacrifice
freedom's reward would suffice
As centuries now have past, so very steadily flown
America stands with sweet freedom on it's own
patriots over time have sacrificed and died
defending liberty, American pride
07/05/2014
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