Passenger Creek Poem by David Michael Jackson

Sugar Camp Hollow by David Jackson We were raised in Sugar Camp Hollow on Passenger Creek where them reb soldiers camped it is said and the confederate gold is buried there or so the story goes and I knew you there and you and I both knew to leave those grounds where the small creek meets Passenger. We both knew to leave those grounds before dark. You and I shared the secrets of .....

The Whittlers Poem by Jackson

He leans forward, there was a time, sonny when I saw old men whittling at the courthouse sitting there on benches these men were in overalls and wore wool hats stained from the sweat of days spent in the heat, in the field, old grey wool hats stained with work. They whittled, these old men and spat tobacco juice on the courthouse steps and sometimes they grabbed their stubble’d chin a.....

I’ll Be Thinking of You by David Michael Jackson

The sun comes up into a quiet sky and the birds seem to float on by When the sunlight hits the morning dew I’ll be thinking of you. When the wind catches the trees just right and they sway gently in the soft sunlight. When the shadows fall grey and blue I’ll be thinking of you. When the sun hits the top of the sky and the day seems to rush on by, Whenever I see a sky of blue I’ll be thinking of you. W.....

The Girl with Chestnut Hair Poem

You ask about love, there was a girl with chestnut hair, but that is song. You ask about love, we wandered in the sunshine and barely noticed it was there. Ah but those are memories and I wander in my poem. Animals are people and memories are love, Animals are people and memories are love. There was a cat. There was a bird. There is a cat. There is a bird. There was a poem, it wafted in.....