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Photographic Poetry – A Short Story of a Basketball Rim

Andrew J. Nicewander — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 21:00:41 +0000

With harsh and stern ferocity, the hot West Texas sun beats down upon my strong and ironed rim with mean consistent constancy

The specters of the boys who played their pickup games are floating in my memories, their names I cannot see, their faces now a passing blur

The sounds of bouncing basketballs are echoing their mournful notes across the vast expanse of barren yard, where children played when times were young and family came to live alive

My glory days have passed me by and all I have are memories of boys and games that once were played across the yard and underneath the hot West Texas sun

Photographic Poetry – A Short Story of a Rock

Andrew J. Nicewander — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 23:00:38 +0000

The swirling mists rise slowly up from fields of ancient age sublime

The water ‘round a constant flow across the rolling land, a gentle source of life and sound

The mountains stand as stoic witnesses of life in all its fair and bittersweet expressions as the silence whispers memories of those who’ve come before

I watch the scenes that play throughout the eons long of trees that live and die, of waters fresh that come and flow and go, of men who live and build and worship He who made the glen in which I am and tell…

It is this God that now I softly praise.