An old poem

Way back, well...way, way way back in 1989 I wrote the following poem. I was a freshman in high school and into dark heavy metal music. I wanted to write something that had depth and spoke of something other than…


New Song! 

Last night I got a wonderful surprise from Gene Blair! He arranged and recorded something I wrote called A Time Will Come. Gene is so creative and has won so many awards for his work. I am blessed and humbled…



I rode a southside train 

Til I ran out of change 

Left me stranded in a garden 

On some forgotten grange 

I walked about a mile 

Til I seen a friendly face 

He laughed…


Happy 2019! 

Here is one for the old and new...

A time will come 

When I no longer see 

Will you walk 

Beside me? 

When my youth 

Begins to fade 

And the memories 



Cold In Carolina

I would like to share a new song with you all, Cold In Carolina. I wrote this one about a year ago watching the snow flurries and thinking about mountain times long ago. It's not really derived from any real…



Skies don’t hesitate to 

Bring on the blue 

She driving down the road 

But don’t know where she’s going to 

The words she longs for 

Never made it past the door 

He wanted to…


Seasons on the Sea

His dark eyes are lost in the sunset 

His mind is back in Cherokee 

These waters are trying to threat 

No longer on the banks of the Luftee 

I was raised a son of a gun 


Take a little mountain...

They came to this mountain 

To learn more about old ways 

They sat by the streams 

And washed their worries away 

Majestic birds sang to them 

They drank from our jars 

Creeks danced with…


Goodnight story...

He was cold blooded and able 

Ready to settle the score 

Money on the table 

And a knock at the door 

I stood there there silent 

I knew my place 

Rain began to fall 


August is almost a memory 

And I will miss it... I turned 43. I have a wonderful birthday celebration. I am so thankful for family and friends. It has been a rough summer but I am ready for some new autumn adventures. Who is with…


Sweet Mimosa, Morning Song

This is the other half or the lullaby...

Sweet mimosa 

Open your eyes 

Search the soul

Young sunrise 

Cardinals and 

Bluebirds by two 

Sing for sunshine 

Sparkling dew 

Mountain ridges