Mists swallow the night, hugs the lake and creeps ashore pulling
it's blanket over the pines. Silence is in no hurry and hides
beneath twilight sleep to let ghosts walk.
Grandpa where are you?
The creaking dock rocks to your footsteps, your laughter joins a
loon as it talks to the daybreak star seventeen miles from nowhere.
If I sweep away generations of pine needles can I touch your
footprints, walk the path you walked?
Grandpa I miss you
Silence is in no hurry–the loons are awake and fish are asleep
in their shadow world. The blanket is over the pines–let the
Grandpa, I'm so lonely
BARBARA TATE is an award winning artist &
writer currently living in Winchester, Tn. She has won the Poetry
Category in the Gulf Coast Writers Competition, been a finalist in
the United Poet Laureate International in the Alexander Fui Sak
Chang category–short free verse in Chinese or English, a finalist
in the Poetry Society of Tennessee NE and awarded 2nd place in the
United Haiku and Tanka Society’s Samurai Haibun Competition. She
is a member of the Haiku Society of America and the United Haiku
& Tanka Society.
CHRIST-COMING REVIVAL will be held at Vienna’s First Baptist
Church beginning Monday the fifteenth through the nineteenth. This
year’s revival is led by the Reverend Dr. Harold M. Calhoun, Jr.,
of Macon, Georgia. The theme is ‘The Temptations Of Man.’ Dr.
Harold...," began the lead column in the Vienna News.
"Mama, do I have to go?" Rip’s blue eyes flashed beneath
a gold cowlick.
Mary Ann propped the iron upright on the end of the ironing board.
It gurgled and hissed as small swirls of steam hovered above its
"Most certainly. You’ll go to the opening prayer breakfast
and every night service," she said, grasping the iron.
Saturday night the sermon began right on time. Reverend Calhoun,
preaching his finest, enlightened the congregation on the sins
caused by "Demon Rum." Rip, engrossed, sat perched on the
edge of his front row seat.
"The evils of drink have turned loving homes into living hells,
pitted husband against wife, and parent against child. It has ruined
many good people, separating them from their Lord. No other
substance possesses the power to send YOU to hell’s eternal fires
faster than this most hideous demon," Reverend Calhoun’s eyes
blazed as he pointed toward the rear.
Rip’s heart pounded, his breath grew shallow and rapid, his
stomach churned, and his hair bristled. He pictured his father’s
bottle under the kitchen sink.
I’ve got to save Daddy! thought Rip, craning his neck to
search the back of the church.
"Repent! Cast out the Demon Rum–"
Before Reverend Calhoun could finish, Rip tore from his seat and
dashed rearward. The congregation rippled.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Rip raced up the aisle. Stumbling beside
the pew where his mother and father sat, he gasped. "You got to
get rid of the bottle you keep under the sink!"
TOM DAVIS’ publishing credits include Poets
Forum, The Carolina Runner, Triathlon Today, Georgia Athlete, The
Fayetteville Observers Saturday Extra, A Loving Voice Vol. I and
II, and Special Warfare a professional journal
published by the US Army Special Forces School. He’s authored a
collection of short stories, The
Life and Times of Rip Jackson; a children’s coloring book,
Pickaberry Pig; a how to book on writing a ranger patrol
order, The Patrol Order;
an action adventure novel, The
R-complex, and his memoir The
Most Fun I Ever Had With My Clothes On: A March from Private to
Colonel. See eBooks by Tom at the OMP
eBook Site. Tom lives in Webster, NC.