Henry McCarty (1859 – 1881)
a.k.a, Kid Antrim – ca. 1876
a.k.a., William H. Bonney – ca. 1877
Of Irish ancestry
New York-born
orphaned at 15
from his family shorn
repeatedly asking '¿Quién es?'
around midnight 14th July 1881
entering Maxwell's bedroom
their mutual friend but Billy without a gun
in Fort Sumner where by Pat Garrett
(1850 - 1908)
take my word I kid you not
age 21 sadly Henry the outlaw
in the chest was badly shot
for reputedly killing nine men
but for the posted bounty of $500
it took the Sheriff 369 days to collect
the reward promised by Governor Wallace
(1827 – 1905)
Why is Sumner such a short time?
Just getting started,
then running into half past summer.
July seems to be the half way mark,
August is almost here.
August will turn into September then into October,
then fall will be here.
Fall with cooler days,
a pretty carpet of colorful leaves covering the ground.
Look up Julius Sumner Miller, he can help quite a bit with
It.'
The corner yard was where they stood.
Gracious appreciation was shown in each sprouting bud.
Mixed colors that depicted a RUSTIC., hand painted design.
Brilliant beauty will EMANATE from each one.
Roses, roses how quaint.
TIMELESS is their history
Joy is what it gives.
Hope to the eyes of the beholder.
Soft sumner winds sends petals SWIRLING to the ground.
Strong storms gives the illusion of a red carpet welcome
on white concrete oavement.
Walking thru them leads to feelings of grandiose.
Seeing bare stems to a sense of loss.
Cutting them back calls for SILENCE .
Loving sunlight leads to regrowth.
Rain water refreshes and restores.
The early morning dew helps them BLOSSOM happily.
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Winter is very cold
the wind is bold
snowman made the centerfold
brown snow is old.
Spring is in the air
flowers now blooming everywhere
watch out for a bear
ducks swimming have flair.
Sumner can be hot
sailing on a yacht
fresh strawberries I brought
mosquitoes we will swat.
Autumn also called fall
sweater for my doll
I need a shawl
off to the mall.
Halogen hesitant glide incubates baskers
Hush worship horizontal, roasting rascals
Trust flail arms gleeful face of jack in box
Toast salt pepper toes opposed to office socks
Lopsided sway scintillates sea rolls repeat
Lumen seduce dons haughty top-hat heat
Haven from seasons, sunbathed succumb
Hourglass conserve curdles cold’s equilibrium
23rd June
Sultry Surfers Paradise
in unfelt Solstice
Choosing Levi jeans
Can be a big decision
They are all different shapes
And sizes
That sometimes needs revision
Levi is a well-known brand of
This commodity
It is not one size fits all
That's not how they're supposed to be
Jeans are trendy and easy to wear
If you are particular
And buy an appropriate pair
You will want to wear them
Until they are threadbare
Quite different from genes
That we inherit from past
Some are so abhorrent
That makes others gasp
Professor Sumner Miller
Said, "Why is it so?"
Perhaps, Professor Julius
We will never know.
Though we look out about yonder
in the sky, there is no sunshine
but what's not visible is still there
reveals its effect so we can dine
There is such heat to experience
so much is there for surely everyone
if people would just believe this is so
to receive such heat then its done
Everyone is so visibly transfixed
thinks if not seen it cannot be
but these sun effects can be so felt
even when not seen, still you are free
The whole day is completely done
but looking back you feel real hope
on the horizon one senses truth
there you cling to that sure rope
Learn to never ever give up hope
tomorrow could be your expected day
remember that invisible sun up there
by faith look on to find your way
The verse from 'The Invisible Sun'
("There has to be an invisible sun
It gives its heat to everyone
There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done.")
- Gordon Sumner (Sting - The Police)
openly harpy
and rabbit hippity-hop
runs amok sorely
~
hopping through summer
heat basting trying to find
relief from Sumner
~
harpy unfolds his
wings open up his hands and
takes to rabbit patch
6/16/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022©
Hot summer nights
The lions of teranga
Mating
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