Thursday, September 10, 2015


Begin new book: seasonal photos and poems
Yard, rail fence and pond in different seasons,
poems about falling leaves, summer rain,
Up On The Hill w/photo of bright orange oaks

Tuesday, September 8, 2015


Shades of Hangtown, dimly cast,
Crimson shades in purple glass,
Seen through bubbled window panes,
Hazy shades of what remains;
Softly cast in memory;
Shadows of what used to be. 


Wednesday, September 2, 2015

When our hopes and dreams grow faded


When our hopes and dreams grow faded,
And we miss the friends who cared,
And old times are consecrated
By the golden hours we’ve shared;

When the streets we tread so long ago
Come back to haunt our dreams,
And we treasure those we used to know
And conjure up old schemes;

When old associates fill our heart
And refresh our weary mind,
And we feel as one though miles apart
And old woes wax sublime;

When our flesh at best contains us
And we’re far from hearth and friend,
May fond memories then sustain us
Till we meet at last again. SC