Wandering Poet Adventures


“Progress” The gate is open into a field of grass. The sun sinks low as the day goes past Into the twilight of a looking glass. And the cattle are grazing on the hill. In the valley the stream runs true Carving the land as it meanders through Over the horizon goes the water blue. And the cattle are grazing on the hill. Crickets serenade the new twilight Across the land goes… Read More

Naming the roosters at the Wilson Family Farm fall pumpkin patch.

“You may delay, but time will not.” -Benjamin Franklin The Lay of the Land My grandfather’s farm was a sacred place to me.  The long gravel driveway stretched up the hill to the old white farmhouse, surrounded by a white picket fence in the front yard, and acres to roam in the back.  It was a dairy farm off of Kedron Road in Spring Hill, Tn.  It was one of many in… Read More

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.” – Robert Frost The Sound of Silence Silence. As I would sit in my grandparents’ house atop the hill on Kedron Road in what was Spring Hill (oh, it is still Spring Hill, but it has little or no resemblance to the town that I knew as a kid). I would sit… Read More

“They say you can’t make a living on farming… but doing anything else isn’t really living at all.”  – Herman Melville An August Afternoon It is one of those sweltering, hot summer afternoons that frequent a Tennessee August.  The air is still. Nothing is moving but the black flies, sweat bees, and mosquitoes that seem to relish the heat and are drawn by your perspiration and your inactivity in the stifling heat… Read More