By Charles C. (Charlie) Gaines Just a boy in ragged blue jean shorts barefooted, sharp witted, and fearless,I roamed the shadows of cedar covered hills and waded mossy creek-beds from dawn to dusk in solitude.Tarzan or Hercules, Roy Rogers or Daniel Boone, depending on the day and where my imagination took me.Built waist high forts … Continue reading Forged in Solitude and Shadows
Late Afternoon Snapshot
By Charles C. (Charlie) Gaines The last few, flat raysof sunlight dance acrossthe hillside over the way,landing softly on bright green mossand golden flowers that gently sway in the early evening breezes. The squirrel above me,scolds my infatuation with this sight,suggesting I move on, assuring hecan gather one last nut which he has spiedlying beside … Continue reading Late Afternoon Snapshot
