Twelve hours
Nine days
Three Champion titles
In the Quail Championship Invitational
1996, 1997, 1998
House’s Rain Cloud
A record never to be challenged
Consistency personified Read more
Races ~ 4
Category: Prose
Joy and Escape
Every soul learns
Leaving childhood behind
That survival requires
An escape that brings joy
Without that escape
Worry and care
Grind one down
Like a carborundum wheel stone Read more
Special Stage
Among the pleasures of age Remembering places we love Visiting them in mind’s eye Seeing old friends there as well Many such places lie In my memory bank Ready to revisit By simply closing my eyes I can see Course Two at Chinquapin With handlers and horses waiting At the foot of Buck’s Hill To hear a judge say let ‘em go See two pointers sprint Up that hill and Read more
The Little Brown Bird
For twenty-two years Life has given me An annual week That renews The second week in January I enter a world Where the parts of nature I love most Surround me Where wiregrass on ridged sand Tall pines here and there And a little brown bird We call quail thrive At dawn they whistle To greet one another From where they slept Tail to tail in a circle Then they Read more
Looking Forward
November’s half gone December’s just ahead January looms not long beyond So my excitement builds For come January’s second week I'll be at Chinquapin for my annual retreat To heaven on earth Where wiregrass grows on ridges of sand And quail whistle at dawn from all around And a bird dog can search wide and yet be seen Way off yonder Where a handler’s gut tightens before Let ’em go Read more