His knowledge was his untapped wellspring,
After 93 years of learning anew;
He valued knowing something about everything,
From construction & farming, to baseball & screws.
Early in life, a dairy farm taught him,
To think on his feet, with vast common sense;
Learning math at the sawmill, he estimated lumber,
And rebuilt old motors, appliances & fences.
For years he delivered, automobile parts,
To Tar Heel cities & Outer Banks towns;
Till one day, Wayne County rewarded his smarts,
With leadership to run, their buildings and grounds.
A Lion's Club/Odd Fellow—active for decades,
Making differences in the lives of many;
A loyal church member, a Jack of all trades,
Directing great efforts, that helped countless plenty!
Later in life, he started Smith’s Crafts,
With Logs that told Weather--Cow Clocks that told time;
Wrote a book on a bell, he loved to autograph,
Reading local history aloud, literary passion sublime!
His legacy is people, warm and loving,
Celebrating them in visits near and far;
Shelton Eugene Smith, Sr. a one-of-a-kind,
Honored by many, remembered by all!
(In honor & Memory of one of the world’s most fascinating men)
Categories:
shelton, bereavement, christian, death of
Form: Rhyme
I kept no watch nor waited for them to produce
For I am the hunter because I’ve learned once
Once
From being the hunted
From being the hunted
the clown
the object of fascination
I kept no watch
only contentment in my heart
Compassion at the arcs of my shoulders
For I am the arc, the passion
the unwise
Yet: Look at my long hair. I must be free.
Categories:
shelton, anxiety, poems, wisdom,
Form: Lyric