hometown haiku

Street sign on the corner of Brunswick and Bob James Lane.

Who would have thought it —
my old neighbor does so well
they rename the street?

Love haiku

Portrait of the poet as a clueless lad

Before I met you
I thought I was so darned cool.
Clueless, more like it.

Dad looks on as I fill the radiator of my old 1968 Ford Galaxie

Pop fixed everything.
Pity that talent wasn’t
hereditary.

"Great Songs of the Church," shape-note hymnal

Faith of our forebears.
No organ. No liturgy.
Just Jesus. That’s all.

Well over sixth, Dad built a barn by himself ...

~ Hometown Haiku ~

Well over sixty,
Dad built a barn by himself.
Now it, too, molders.

Obituaries

Hometown Haiku

One day, you get word,
The very first girl you kissed
Long ago … has died.

We lost the big game,
But at least we’d never say,
That our lives peaked there.

Stately old courthouse,
Like a beacon to pilgrims,
Welcoming them home.

So very grateful,
As one acquainted with sin,
Forgiveness is free.

Stacks of old letters
Broken hearts and promises.
How clueless I was.