Hooked

 Posted by Ed Briggs at 6:15 am  2 Responses »
Jul 202009
 

I learned most of what I know about trout fishing on an overnight trip in the Tellico Wildlife Management Area in East Tennessee.  My buddy lived nearby and loved to follow the trout streams high up to their source.  We caught them by day and cooked and ate them by the evening campfires.  As you will see, the following poem both is and isn’t about trout fishing. Continue reading »

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On Seeing Where My Father’s Fingers Were Buried

 Posted by Ed Briggs at 5:42 am  No Responses »
Apr 292009
 

Here in a valley grown with weeds, that hill
above us looking down, I see a mill

and hear its creak and smell the fresh-ground flow
that cooking made so sweet. And here I know Continue reading »
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A Child In the Closet

 Posted by Ed Briggs at 6:07 am  No Responses »
Apr 262009
 

The following took place in Ooltewah, Tennessee.  It is one of those stories that has never left me, although it took place sometime in the late 1960′s. Continue reading »

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Under the Overpass

 Posted by Ed Briggs at 5:24 pm  No Responses »
Apr 212009
 
I was drivin on the DC beltway late
at night not doin very much just
cruisin and saw this cop eased
in under an overpass at Colesville Continue reading »
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