Stewart Acuff

Aug 29

The Dry Well

When I was a little boy After TVA and rural electification But before indoor plumbing There was an outhouse and a well. And a pump, water pail and Long-handled dipper at The kitchen sink We all drank out of the pail

Aug 29

Tonight’s Air

Tonight’s air announces late summer Its gentle, soothing coolness Signals the coming end to Summer’s sun with its fun And days of concrete heat and Sticky asphalt melting The air this night fresh even in This place full of heat trapped Released

Aug 29

Restless, Ramblin’

Late summer cooling rain morning Another start on this endless road This time to Tennessee and Texas Familiar track in my blood Virginia down through fenceless and Undeeded Blue Ridge Mountains and Valleys to East Tennessee Smoky Mountains across to the Swamps

Aug 29

Love is a mystery…

Love is a mystery It visits us sometimes When we don’t expect When we’re looking the other way Love comes when it is ready Connects us in its own way Even on a dance floor or at a memorial Or just

Jun 27

The dark hearts of America

My kids were with me on the radio We finished the trip through the Blue Ridge Mountains with John’s Radio show in West Virginia. My son wrote the song playlist and They both talked about school and Their lives In between

Jun 18

Peace to you…

Cotton ball clouds In a turquoise sky Soft breeze after the storms Storms come for all of us But after the storm comes the sweet peace Peace to you this blessed day.   © Creative Commons Copyright 2013 *If you wish to share

Jun 18

The fox, the coon, and the deer

The rain falls gently this easy morning And I lie half asleep Listening to the soft rain on the leaves Of the wonderful four old growth trees That bless my backyard and me They have conspired to bring The fox,

Jun 10

The gentle rain

The gentle rain made love all day To the thirsty and open earth The rain caressed all the tender folds Fertilizing the earth for summer And its flowers exploding blossoms In ecstasy of life and joy and satiation.   © Creative

Jun 10

The Beloved Community.

Midnight tolls its chime I try to ignore it because I know I need the sleep Still the chime tolls and another Night of sleep is a night of sleep And roaming and writing and wanting And waiting for the

Jun 4

Always seems to melt away

Always seems to melt away Or slam the door No one to blame Except maybe me Don’t know if I can fall that way again It ain’t about a harder heart Or even a heavier soul It’s just that I’ve been

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