My great-great grandfather, James G. Baxter, lived near Alpena, Michigan, in the late 1800s. He found poetry in his work as a shanty boy and wrote a poem called “The Harvest of the Pine” in 1910. Let me read it to you… And here’s a poem I wrote a couple years ago after visiting […]
Monday Meditation: Green Like Worship–A Poem
Green like worship summer dreams swim in rippled cloud ponds. Fern fronds bow and stately trunks stretch skyward. Arms reach for heaven hushed by monarch majesty and ancient words carved in dusty walls by shanty boy ghosts seated on log pews. Hymns echo through pine-carpeted cathedral and the sacred pours into lemonade lakes. […]
