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Only One Version

By bardofthewoods May 13, 2016 Leave a comment

By Don Kenton Henry There is only one version and you can’t buy it off the shelf If can be redeeming; It can be utterly cruel It shines bright when brought into the light Or it can haunt you in the dark of the night It’s the currency of the wise and the counterfeit […]

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 . . . […]

Better’n Bread ‘N Butter Pickles

By bardofthewoods July 13, 2015 Leave a comment

By Don Kenton Henry Nothing but the sound of crickets rose above the corn in the mid-day sun that hot July. I’d shut my tractor down, taken my brown bag and thermos and left the field for the row of trees bordering the Wabash. That river cut right through grandpa’s one hundred twenty acres and […]

SHE’S BEEN MISTREATED NOT DEFEATED

By bardofthewoods July 4, 2015 Leave a comment

By Don Kenton Henry The Lady’s served her children well She’s known joy and she’s known hell She’s lost more than just one son and daughter too She’s been through tragedy and triumph Ever watchful and reliant And she does it all for me and you A shining beacon across the seas leading those […]

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 […]

Like Frost On A Window

By bardofthewoods September 10, 2014 Leave a comment

By Don Kenton Henry Your heart is a stone Cold as one in a hearth whose fire has gone out Long since Your eyes have become as dark and frosted as the window in which I sit In a home as empty as your conscience Echoed laughter from these walls I try to forget […]

Of Tattoos, Bazooka Gum and Lessons Learned

By bardofthewoods July 10, 2014 2 Comments

By Don Kenton Henry Thank you all for your participation. You (at least some) unwittingly participated in a social experiment of the type recently perpetrated on all of us by this very entity to which we subscribe. I.e., Facebook. In case you were not informed, Facebook recently published posts on our pages intentionally designed to […]

Venus Wore Red Ball Jets

By bardofthewoods June 21, 2013 Leave a comment

VENUS WORE RED BALL JETS BY DON KENTON HENRY “To say she was the epitome of feminine beauty is as wanting as was my ability to have her. It was as obvious as she was unattainable.” No one ever called me “Tiger,” much less mistook me for one, and yet, the “Tig-Arena” was where I […]

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