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Moonshiner you all know me as the Tennessee Poet but because I'm from Tennessee you also think I'm a moonshiner is it because of my jeans and suspenders? wearing my baseball cap backwards? My silly country boy smile? or because I'm standing by a still? I am the Tennessee Poet whatever else I do is...

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Here For You My inspiration for this poem is from another one of my friend Augustine Hart's beautiful photos from the Adirondacks. Heavenly shades of night are falling and here I stand in all my cold, naked splendor the setting sun warms my bare branches warming me to prepare for the long cold night the...

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Until The River Takes Us Home This photo was taken by my friendand excellent photographer,Augustine Hart.My poem was inspired by this wonderful photoand dedicated to Augustine. Many of us were born and raised in the country and grew up close to a river We learned to swim in the river and trapped muskrats and beaver...

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My Inspiration my inspiration comes from sitting on the edge of a bubbling brook on a warm fall day as I listen to the sounds of the water I become part of my surroundings I become the water flowing over the rocks I become the stones tumbling along with the water I can hear the...

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Season's End This photo was taken by Augustine Hart, an Adirondack Photographer and good friend of mine. His photo inspired this poem.there is a quiet beauty in a marsh as the sun goes down the fading sunset is reflected on the water as God paints another of Nature's art work the tall swamp grasses sway...

My Path To Heaven

My Path To Heaven This photo was taken by Augustine Hart, an Adirondack Photographer and good friend of mine. His photo inspired this poem. every time I walk this path I always see changes especially with the changes in seasons fall brings all the color changes as winter approaches most of the leaves have dropped...

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The Empty Nest There is such wonderful art to be found in Nature. This photo was taken by Augustine Hart, an Adirondack Photographer and good friend of mine. His photo inspired this poem. One has to wonder what bird created this? How many baby birds grew strong and learned to fly from this nest? This...

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Haying Season when you live in the country fresh cut fields and bales of hay are a familiar scene hay is cut, dried and then baled into round or square bales this process starts in in early summer and continues through the fall hay is an important part of feeding farm animals through the winter...

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Feeding Time It's early morning just before 7 AM Lyric, our American Mustang is hungry she watches me as I open the barn door when I leave the barn carrying her feed bucket filled with her breakfast she greets me with her special nicker she follows me along the fence line to her breakfast feed...