> From one warped mind to another...********************************* >I know you were here!
*A man of many moods am I
Always different,yet the same
A gypsy rooted to the ground
A man of many names
A wanderer,responsible
A dreamer writing poems
A maniac,a quiet man
A father,son and pirate's ghost*
Tis Spring! I know; becuz I hear from cottage door cats fornicating on the killing floor.
Full moon has come & now it wanes, snow is gone,the sky just rains. Soon new life
will spring & then, the seasons will repeat again.
LABOR DAY Fall is coming fast upon us.Today I sat out front of my cottage,enjoying the cool breeze that blew the leaves,still green,in the trees,and worked at the fruit of my labor.It was a hot,dry summer and I was afraid that nothing would grow in my garden.For sure,the corn was very short and the vines didn't want to vine. Alot of my plants and flowers just withered and died.But the rain finally came and the crops finally grew.I've already had some very sweet corn.I will have Indian corn and squash and gourds and pumpkin for my Fall decorating and today I sat and picked a bushel of green beans off the stalks as I enjoyed the Nature around me. I have said it many times in the last two years.I am so glad that I gave up my suburban living and moved back to my roots!Recently I began to reread 'Walden' by Henry David Thoreau. I first read it as a high school student and was moved by the simplistic views and the back to nature outlook it gave.But I was also moved then by 'Civil Disobedience' and the spirit of the times and didn't realize that here on my father's farm I was living that simple,natural existence.I had to fly.To find myself.To discover who I was and what I was.I had to meet my demons,and face them.I had to live a different lifestyle than the one I was raised with to finally find that I can be happy here,alone in the woods with the birds and the squirrels. With rain and acorns falling on a tin roof, lulling me to sleep or driving me to write thoughts such as these.
9/13/99 This morning we buried Lena.She was a dear,sweet old dog whom I have had for almost thirteen years.Robyn can't remember a time without her.She was the daughter of Hal,the black Lab who wandered into Dad's place one Halloween,and Sheba,sister to my old buddy Murphy,both of whom have passed on.She was black and turning gray in the face.A face that was always smiling or laughing at some sneaky trick she was planning or had played.She had taken to meeting me at the gate when I came home from work and following me all the way to my cottage.She loved to be as near to me as she could get.When I moved back to the farm,we were concerned how Dad's dog,Chrissy,was going to take another dog moving onto her turf.She had never seen a dog before,but they became fast and close friends.At this moment she is lying on Lena's grave,next to my gate,at the spot where they always laid together.Goodnite,furryface... Jan 2000
UnTitled "When did you grow old?" I said
but not so he could hear.
"With grey-white hair upon yr head and deafness in yr ear?
Once straight and proud and tall you stood.
Now you stoop in pain.
At least yr mind still remains good,
Not quite as clear,but still, yr sane.
Just yesterday it seems to be that you were toiling ever.
Now all you want to do is sleep and talk about the weather.
What evil creature is this Time,that's taken 'way yr youth;
yr vigor and adeptedness and left me with this truth?
The man who raised and taught me is still in you,I know,
But,when did you grow old?" I said
...and then I turned to go.
FEB 28,2009
I've been back on 'theFarm' for ten years! I came here to live with Dad in my old Dodge pick-up with a daughter,two cats,Dusky & Grayson,& Lena.The cats died or wandered off,Leenie is buried,Robyn grew up and moved to Boston and I watched my Dad die of cancer. So,now it's just me & Japhy and I'm lettin' him take it easy in his old age. It's funny,as a tweve year old boy roaming thru these woods and fields,I never pictured a greying,old man with arthritic hands and a bad back,but today,all I could see was that twelve year old drivin' a tractor,plantin' corn,balin' hay and haulin' rocks off the fields to pave the back path to the hay fields( which now is beyond gettin back to usefulness,short of gettin a dozer)...and the damn kid is bitchin' 'bout the hard work! Why couldn't he see what he had? even more LINKS!>*******
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ROBBY'S RAMBLINGS
The Mutiple Personalities of ROBBY:
A Bohemian in the Woods:a solitary country man 
Star1Man:air-guitar-playing,slightly crazed,jack-of-all-trades mechanic,
> From one warped mind to another...*********************************
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