Monday, June 30, 2014
Along the street there comes
a blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
a flash of color beneath the sky;
The flag is passing by!
Blue and crimson and white it shines,
over the steel-tipped, ordered lines.
The colors before us fly;
but more than the flag is passing by:
sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great,
fought to make and to save the State;
weary marches and sinking ships,
cheers of victory on dying lips;
signs of a nation great and strong.
--Henry Holcomb Bennett
I wish all of my blogger friends a happy and safe Fourth of July!
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Reece was a respected poet and novelist of Georgia, and won many literary honors both nationally and statewide. He was strongly moved by the old mountain folk ballads. His stimulation in poetry (at an early age) came mostly from the Bible. He was a farmer and poet who taught at Young Harris College.
The above photo is known as a Double Crib Barn, found on Appalachian farms from Kentucky to Arkansas. The barn had a number of cribs that served as storage for fodder, or pens for cattle, mules, and pigs.
The above three photos are the Poetry Trail located at the Reece Heritage Center. You'll find Reece's verse carved in stone and may sit on a bench and reflect on his poetry.
This is young Byron Herbert Reece composing poetry in his writing studio.
Corn cribs were used to store and dry corn still on the cob.
Bags of cornmeal after the corn was ground.
Smokehouses were a necessity before refrigeration and every farm had one.
The chicken coop had a small fenced in area to shelter chickens and contained nesting boxes.
This was the kitchen where the mountain women cooked on a wood stove.
The Welcome Center at the Byron Herbert Reece Farm and Heritage Center.
To contact the Reece Center:
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
My father worked hard
to pay the bills,
take care of our family,
provide and protect.
A bi-vocational preacher,
he pastored many Baptist churches,
ran a bulldozer on construction jobs,
my father worked hard.
He loved his family,
instilled within us faith,
worked sunrise to sunset
to pay the bills.
On the front porch
during hot, summer evenings,
he told Irish folk tales,
took care of his family.
His eyes were sky blue,
hands gentle with beast and child,
Daddy sacrificed his health
to provide and protect.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
I hope my blogger friends have a blessed Father's Day!
Fathers are very important. Please tell your father or a father figure in your life, how much they mean to you.
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