Ron Whitehead
Ron Whitehead
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on parting
as Daddy drew ever closer to death I searched for
and found a winding hill country backroad to wander
where I hear a bobwhite and a warbling wren
and the grinding gnashing sounds of machines vanish
ron whitehead
copyright (c) 2009 Ron Whitehead
Thu, 13 Aug 2009
on
parting
the bottom of your water bucket broke
mother earth drank the last drops
the moon's reflection is now heard
in the nightingale's song
ron whitehead
copyright (c) 2009 ron whitehead
on parting
deep in the worn turquoise chair on the pining knotholed porch
as the sweet mountain song of gently harped rain on green tin roof
as wild white rose petals waltz in twilight's last breeze
with half closed eyes i drift i dream of you to distant land's gone
ron whitehead
copyright (c) 2009 ron whitehead
Tue, 18 Aug 2009
on parting
in this fleeting wild country moment life
in all its soaring natural beauty
i watch one long line of fifteen young scurrying quail
and one swooping hawk
ron whitehead
copyright (c) 2009 ron whitehead
on parting
a long time
in the wooded wilderness of my Kentucky boyhood
Daddy taught me how to talk with crows
his foot on the one he shot a murder of them circling above
ron whitehead
copyright (c) 2009 ron whitehead
on parting
dear God i pray that when my time comes to cross over
i pray that the crossing be quick
i pray that it be
lightning
ron whitehead
copyright (c) 2009 ron whitehead
after Daddy's passing,
spending precious healing grounding time in country with Mama.
long backroad bicycle
rides, nearly done writing new book: on parting, the storm generation
manifesto, & other poems. but now i feel fires rising. will soon be on
the move again. where to? not sure yet.
We Are
THE STORM GENERATION!!!!!!!