Growing our own
Was vital to life
When I was young
But now lost in the fog
Of history
Like “putting up”
Meaning planting picking then
Shucking shelling snapping
And canning Read more
Growing Our Own
Category: Poetry
The Sweetest Sound
What is your favorite sound?
Mine comes each winter dawn
At a special place
Tom Baker Senior found
After battles gainst Japan Read more
Perfect Race
Have you ever handled
A perfect race?
One where your dog goes
To every bird-blessed place
Where the front’s
All he wants to seek
And he reaches for it
In one constant sweep Read more
First Placement
It was likely at
A one course trial
Held on a weekend
Close to home
Read more
Call Em Back
Of all the words
I hate to hear
We are calling back two
Are the worst by far Read more
A Questionable Entry
We turned him loose
On “27” at 1:15
He cast to front
Was soon unseen
But Lordy Me
Our
Sung out far right
And it was he on point at 10 Read more
When I Was Young
When I was young
Til I grew old
I got my joy
From dogs afield
Dogs seeking birds
To point with style Read more
A Fall Derby Stake
I love a fall derby stake
For the chance it uncovers a great
The chance may be slim Read more
I Miss the Mountains
I miss the mountains whence I came
The Blue Ridge of Southwest Virginia
The Parkway ribbons along their top
From Afton to Fancy Gap non-stop
In April they turn from brown to green
Redbuds and dogwoods declare spring
In October they blaze yellow, orange, red,
Under myriad sunsets, moons full and new
Night skies lit by stars or gray with rain Read more
Joe
He was the best I ever owned But in truth he owned me A setter pup from Flash and Pat From their first litter of a dozen more Joe Prince gave me Joe A weanling gift for Christmas I’d got Flash for him from Bill Anderson And Pat for him from Arthur Bean She a daughter of Alamance Pride Runner-Up to Hilmar for Arthur in the Eastern Open ‘76 Flash Read more