DITCH DIGGER TO HOBO
I’m shaking I’m shaking the dust from my shoes now leaving out on the first freight train west….
Robert Roxby was a member of the local chapter of the California Federation of Chapparal Poets. The writing of his youth was lost, but he dived into poetry after his retirement at the encouragement of his wife, eventually earning honors for his poetry at the Lakewood Pan American Festival. With his daughter he produced an anthology of his poetry, Reflections on a Lifetime, distributed to the local library, to family and friends. His favorite poet was Walt Whitman.
Robert was the ninth of 16 children born to a coal mining family and lived at various times in Ohio and Pennsylvania until finally settling in West Virginia. He had several jobs, coal miner, as crew with Civil Conservation Corps and house painter. After WW2 began, he moved with his wife to Long Beach, California where he found employment as a painter with the LB Naval Shipyard. He was an avid bowler maintaining a 250 average and receiving many awards from the local leagues. He dabbled with oil painting, producing several landscapes and some abstract art. He enjoyed woodcarving (primarily whittling) and handicapping horse races. After retirement he was active in the senior center and in city politics as a member of Long Beach Area Citizens Involved (LBACI) working on affordable housing projects.
I’m shaking I’m shaking the dust from my shoes now leaving out on the first freight train west….
Tribute to a Senior Center worker for Women’s History Month.
A city of steel, it was called, also soot….In winter, sometimes it would snow but the flakes would all be black….
Why should I need a paper valentine as long as…
What does freedom mean to you? Do you agree with this poet?
Flames, flames, flames raging, roaring flames burning, burning, burning my city….
Since love is such an exciting game, could my loving you too much incite a riot?
What is loneliness? A poet reflects.
…The dull color belies its former gleam so many years have dropped away. But long ago when I also shone….
As the burnished surface fadedWith a distant light as my guide I stumble through the darkest night.
Fear grips my inner soul while I move slowly, step by step, towards the promise….
With a distant light as my guide I stumble through the darkest night.
Fear grips my inner soul while I move slowly, step by step, towards the promise….