Beamer’s Knob

~ Beamer’s Knob ~

Just past dusk
fireflies sparkling
Against a majestic wood
A little girl
Just about five
Screams in delight
At the moonlit night
Great Uncle and Dad
Talking game
The little girl
Trying to catch night-bugs in vain
Beagle puppies barking
And chasing shoestrings
As she rolls down a steep hill
Giggling
Laughing
A starry eyed girl
Mom and Grandma in the kitchen
Little brother by Daddy’s hand
The little girl laying in the grass
Falls in love with the stars.

B.J.H.
02-13-2003

This poem was wrote about my Great Uncle Ballard’s Beamer place on Beamer’s Knob.  This is dedicated to my Great Uncle Ballard and my Grandmother Higgins who have both passed on to the Summerlands.

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Courting Melancholia

I have been watching my small patch of sky for hours
Steel gray clouds enshroud this cold September morning
And I, A sleepless poet
Mourn the brilliant stars that shared Cancer’s waning moon
only hours ago.
Melancholia has been courting of late,
An old lover I had left years ago,
I have refused his advances
But Winter is coming and my Ocean is so far away.

B.J.H.

09/29/2013