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The Midnight Farmboy

By bardofthewoods February 16, 2016 Leave a comment

(Plagiarism―even regarding a title―is not my style. But when life imitates art to this degree . . . Well, hell . . . sometimes you just have to commit the crime.) By Don Kenton Henry The red, white and chrome Continental Trailways bus wound southbound down that ribbon of Highway 59 ensconced in the darkness of […]

Life’s A Canvas Painted

By bardofthewoods July 13, 2015 Leave a comment

By Don Kenton Henry Sun rise or sun set, it’s hard to know which is best A day of honest labor, or one of rest A day begun or day done, like a song to be written or a song sung A spring breeze or a winter’s blast A first love . . . […]

THIS TALE WAGS ITSELF

By bardofthewoods June 14, 2015 Leave a comment

By Don Kenton Henry Alas, everyone who ever went as far as the fourth grade is familiar with the work of Mark Twain. And everyone who grew up in small town America can relate at least a little to that of which what he wrote. Twain himself grew up in a small town on a […]

Every Summer Was A Circus

By bardofthewoods May 23, 2015 1 Comment

BY DON KENTON HENRY I grew up in the most magical of places a boy could hope to. A place where every summer day was a circus. And when I was not watching in wondrous amazement . . . I was performing. The place was Peru, Indiana and my home at 333 Sycamore […]

LET THE LEAVES BE POETRY

By bardofthewoods May 22, 2015 1 Comment

By Don Kenton Henry You were a beauty rare I was a man with dearth of words A paucity of poetry I claimed I cursed my thoughts should go unheard You, lover of song and mirth ― how could you have cared For I without a worthy tribute O what I’d given to […]

A JIM BEAM CHRISTMAS

By bardofthewoods December 14, 2014 2 Comments

By Don Kenton Henry King had a soft mouth. That’s what my dad always said. King was dad’s prize, field-bred and accomplished, orange and white Brittany Spaniel. A “soft mouth” is a bird hunter’s parlance for a dog that will retrieve without ruffling a feather or bruising an already damaged quarry. This, […]