“Blood Springs…Spring Blood”
Senior citizen
With snowy mane
Bleeds so you
Can dream again.
You stabbed him
Time and time anew.
Each time he bled
And stared at you.
There was no hatred
Nor judgment from him.
A hint of smile
Shivered ancient limbs.
You drank his blood
Each drop held dear.
Amber gold
From crystal tear.
You feel no shame
You will strike again
In one more year
When the sap runs clear.
F. Thomas
4/11/09
This version has changes from original
Written on wood 4/7/09
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Heading South...Again!
Nelle and I are about to begin another adventure as we prepare to join Andy & Biz on The Liberty Clipper, a 125 ft schooner heading south to The Chesapeake & then, The Bahamas for the Winter! Stay tuned for updates...today is 8/18/09
Monday, March 23, 2009
All is Ficton
It is hard to tell the truth
even when you try
Your memory will fail you
as the years roll quickly by.
Integrity may grow with age
as wisdom fades to dust
Steadfast, upright, proud you are
As age and age you must.
You stumble as you state your case
They snicker, turn and laugh.
There was a time! By God there was
When you did not need a staff.
The truth will out! You tell yourself
The mirror now your muse
But all is fiction now my dear
Life made you the ruse.
written quickly 32309 by FTC
even when you try
Your memory will fail you
as the years roll quickly by.
Integrity may grow with age
as wisdom fades to dust
Steadfast, upright, proud you are
As age and age you must.
You stumble as you state your case
They snicker, turn and laugh.
There was a time! By God there was
When you did not need a staff.
The truth will out! You tell yourself
The mirror now your muse
But all is fiction now my dear
Life made you the ruse.
written quickly 32309 by FTC
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Maine Winter-January, 2009
"The Storm of '28" - (January 28, 2009)
Well. Mother Nature has chosen to show her sense of humor and test the character of New Englander's once again! When we left here last night we had 4-5 inches of new snow, Lincolnville added 6-8 inches more with winds over 30 knots making 3-4 foot snow drifts in the driveway. Then, from 9 pm to midnight, it rained, then THAT froze adding 2 inches of ice on top of the snow. So, you had to chop through the ice layer, break it up into chunks, carry it away and toss it OVER the snow banks left from the last 2 snowstorms -----------then, you could shovel out your driveway until you got to the street. There you are met with a 3 foot high mound of frozen snow, slush, salt and sand plowed into your drive from the state highway plowboys.!
Ahhhh...this is the New England that warm poets in southern states and drunk poets in northern bars and libraries write about.
As the despised, lying vacationers often pen to the less fortunate:
"Having a Wonderful Time! Wish You Were Here!!! (instead of me)
Well. Mother Nature has chosen to show her sense of humor and test the character of New Englander's once again! When we left here last night we had 4-5 inches of new snow, Lincolnville added 6-8 inches more with winds over 30 knots making 3-4 foot snow drifts in the driveway. Then, from 9 pm to midnight, it rained, then THAT froze adding 2 inches of ice on top of the snow. So, you had to chop through the ice layer, break it up into chunks, carry it away and toss it OVER the snow banks left from the last 2 snowstorms -----------then, you could shovel out your driveway until you got to the street. There you are met with a 3 foot high mound of frozen snow, slush, salt and sand plowed into your drive from the state highway plowboys.!
Ahhhh...this is the New England that warm poets in southern states and drunk poets in northern bars and libraries write about.
As the despised, lying vacationers often pen to the less fortunate:
"Having a Wonderful Time! Wish You Were Here!!! (instead of me)
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Winter at the Shipyard
The yard is quiet now
Fat powerboats resting on stands
Sleek sailboats leaning forward
Ready to leap or glide into the cold, green waters.
Ice and snow cover varnish and paint
Working black magic that must be undone
Next spring and summer.
Owners drive down to visit.
Sipping coffee in their cars and trucks
Staring at the harbor, then back to their dreams
Every man that doesn’t own one, wants one,
Every man that has one, says don’t get one.
Nothing will stop the dreamers, the boaters,
Except the ice and snow of winter.
Tom Crowley
The Snow Shipyard Collection – January, 2008
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