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United State Marine Corps; Combat trained; Mos 0311; Rifleman; Tip of the spear; Follow me; Did what was asked of me; For God & country
“Read all about it.
Tomato Master 2020 Crop
Defies reality. Every fruit
Perfect in size and
Spherical dimension”
If I were a moon, any one of them,
I'd be distressed
At all this talk about waxing and waning.
Four lane highway empty; Mailbox empty; No junk mail; Feels like; The Last Picture Show
Looking at all this nature
To see what God has made,
To walk through a green meadow
And sit under a tree of shade,
The birds singing in the trees
Saw a Robin today. Bright yellow flowers; Gonna make it; Have wood soaking rains; Wet spring; Green grass; Trees green; Running up Turkey Mountain.
Marching, we go forward; soap and sanitizer our weapons. With social distance we march; not shoulder to shoulder; but 6 feet apart.
He was precise in all his measurements. The fence posts dug each exactly the distance; Between his five-year-old thumb and; Index finger
My empty space ; Formerly mine alone, to rattle around in, to try to figure out new ways to pass time; To always think, “Now what do I have to prepare my meals? What is easy/available/tasty?”
This invitation from Rappahannock's poets sums up the event at the Washington Schoolhouse on February 19 where Rapp at Home members gathered for port (or tea) and poetry readings.
With appreciation to T.C. Pellegatta Jr., from his new book Lyric: Words on a Page, available locally and through Amazon.com in print and Kindle editions.
Autumn is here at last; it will soon be Hallowe’en. Before that day has passed; strange creatures will be seen.
The following poem has been written by 8-year-old Naomi Block, a resident of London, England.
Written June 3, 2005 for my father, Moffett H. Brady, Sr., born in Clark Hollow in Rappahannock County in 1903, and passed from this life in 1975.
Chilton G. Raiford of Amissville passed away on August 14, 2018 at the age of 95. Grace Raiford of Castleton, an eleventh grader at Rappahannock County High School and a statewide recognized playwright, penned the following homage to her grandfather while she sat with him just a few days bef…
Ruby Dwyer of Old Hollow celebrated her 90th birthday last Friday, January 19th. On Saturday, her three children — Kathy, Sam and Gary Dwyer — threw their mom a wonderful birthday party attended by dozens of her friends at Trinity Episcopal Church hall in Washington. A poem, written by Richa…
Scotland’s national poet and lyricist Robert Burns was honored with haggis and toasts Friday evening at Central Coffee Roasters in Sperryville. Among those sporting kilts for the annual affair of Rappahannock residents were (from left) Andrew Smith and Robert “Smiggy” Smith.
A little cup of moonlight, mine,While sharing tea in the snowWith creatures less than real.Pretending to belong, I ponder theFirst and last star I see, waiting for theProper word to settle in on the hills.They pay little mind to my greeting,Walk their way, floating with noImprints on the gro…
In America, the airline pilot and the train conductor both say, “Welcome aboard!”
I was a latecomer to Preston Pulliam’s circle of friends, and the friendship we formed was a great joy and addition to my life in Rappahannock. Among his many charming attributes, including being a Virginia Gentleman par excellence, was his poetic soul that he shared with me a year ago. It t…
The smell of wood smoke in the air trips some normally dormant trigger in my brain. The early morning chill urges me to get my hunting gear sorted out and replenished. Looking at the Virginia Department of Game and Inland Fisheries numbers, I see that hunters in Virginia took almost 18,000 f…
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