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🎋 Satchell of Memories 🎋
I have a large drawing of the coal camp I grew up…
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Guest Missives
Snake in the Grass… by Jane Strebel
From a child’s perspective, one of the greatest benefits of growing up on a farm...
Guilty as Charged… by Jane Strebel
Grief and guilt are two little words that hold the misery of the world in...
Sick Duck… by JoAnn
A couple of weeks ago, I awoke just before dawn to an unsettling noise. It...
Setting The Alarm… by JoAnn
For years, from my teens to my 50s, I set an alarm clock every night...
Something Odd… by JoAnn
Something odd happened to me today. I use a small, stainless steel electric percolator to...
Car Shopping… by JoAnn
This week, I found myself in need of a new form of transportation. My sweet...
The Bike… by JoAnn
When I was around 6 or 7 years old, my sister got a new bicycle...
Mama Boo… by Jane Strebel
She was a diminutive snippet of a woman, falling just short of five feet tall,...
High-Times on the 4th Floor… by Larry Fields
Two weeks ago, I was released from BRMC (Bristol Regional Medical Center) after an extended...
Anatomy of a Fall… by Larry Fields
Three weeks ago, I left the house telling my wife I was going to Lowe’s...

AS MY WORLD TURNS
God's Grandeur
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
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