Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Carolina Spring

Lightning bugs and whip-o-rills
June Bugs on a string.
Bullfrogs in an old farm pond,
Carolina spring

Stars across a velvet sky
The milky way delights
I see the dipper overhead
And Polaris shining bright

Deep shadows, black beneath the trees
A place for hide and seek
A field of waist high meadow grass
Where any child can sneak

Mountain shadows to the west
Create a ragged sky
And in the darkness, suddenly
A bat goes flapping by

A hoot owl down a lonely path
In a deep and shaded vale
Calls his hollow cry somewhere
To claim the wooded dale

And I stare off into the night
And breathe the night air in
Just a short few minutes there,
But I was young again

© James L Frady  6/1/2017

Thursday, May 25, 2017

The Grim Reaper and Me

The Grim Reaper and Me

The Grim Reaper is after me.
He's constantly on my heels.
I live just past his bony reach.
His cold breath I can feel.
His one desire concerning me
Is to finally grasp my flesh.
His only job is to send me home
And give me eternal rest.
He began his chase one fateful night
In nineteen sixty five.
When I was born into this world
And stepped into this life.
In childhood years he nearly won
With calls as close as a shave,
But I slipped his bonds and carried on
And dodged that cold cold grave.
I heard him laugh when I took a fall
one bright hot summer day.
He thought he had me when I hit the ground
But I got up and walked away.
He sent some bees, a thousand or two
That chased me and took me down.
In mortal pain and swollen bad
I made it and I'm still around.
He almost got me with a loaded gun
When I fell, the gun hit and fired,
Right over my head and hit some rock
And it missed me as thin as a wire.
I grew into a healthy man
But he never left me alone.
He wants to stop me in my tracks
And break my sturdy bones.
On a cliff in Europe, I climbed some rocks
So high it would take your breath,
'til one gave way and I started to fall
To a distant rocky death.
But one lone twig from a gnarly bush
Projected where I could see.
I grasped at it and got a hold
And the Reaper didn't get me.
On and on he follows me
Just as he follows you.
And one final day he'll have his way
And my life will be through.
Until that day I intend to live,
For I know that I must die,
And I intend to make the best
Of every moment of life.
The Grim Reaper is after me
He's constantly on my heels.
I live just past his bony reach
His cold breath I can feel.

(c) May 25, 2017 James L. Frady

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Old Barns and Memories

I stand and gaze at an ancient barn
of old and weathered wood
Leaning over hard toward the ground
Where once it stood
Straight and strong against nature's
Unyielding endless blast
And I can see its once great strength
But those days have passed
The heavy weight of years is bearing
on its weathered frame.
Time erodes its strength
and nothing stays the same.
The days are blowing on it
a river of constant change.
Then one day you look and only
the memory remains.
I stand and look at long years
Which much too quickly pass
And memories that march by
Are all that last
Things all fade away
With moth and rust
But memories remain until
We return to the dust.
(C) James L. Frady April 8, 2017

Friday, March 17, 2017

A Sonnet For The Winter Snow

I watched the leaden clouds consume the peaks
And wrap their wraith-like arms around the hills
Then down the slopes the winter weather creeped
Until the valley was completely filled
The snowflakes came, at first so slow and weak
Drifting in the frigid air so cold and still
Then grew in strength and raced in snowy streaks
As the bitter wind arrived and brought its chill

The snow was hissing, falling through the trees
And I was huddled beneath their frozen boughs
The flakes were falling, blowing in the breeze
And melting on my red and stinging nose
I felt my tension melting in this peace
And let it flow out with the drifting snow

(C) James L Frady March 17, 2017