Master of the Obvious...#78
Teaching a fool is like filling an ocean with a spoon.
Friday, April 30, 2021
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The Sorrowful Man
O, Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie
An Incomplete Glimpse into the Poet
- The Dashboard Poet
- Aurora, Illinois, United States
- I am an Irish/Cherokee/American that loves language and is fascinated with words. Nothing about me is remarkable. I am simply a pilgrim on his journey home. I am the great grandson of the Cherokee and Rebel, the grandson of an Arkansas sharecropper, and the son of a soldier. As for who I am...look to those from whom I've risen. I am a piece of the American puzzle. Most of the work contained in this blog have their origin in my experiences. Some of the poems are rooted in pure imagination. You may guess which is which!
Storm Warning
Eyes to the Skies
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I've been telling you that for years. (HAAA! See what I did there!)
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