THOSE TREES
As I awoke this morning in the wilderness the trees were all whispering to each other….
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.
As I awoke this morning in the wilderness the trees were all whispering to each other….
If only I could speak…convey…calm…
Do you have a favorite memory of your childhood of a vista which you cannot forget?
A poet shares a moment of reflection by the sea.
…To walk in the moonlight unafraid…
…Summer is still six weeks away. Saturday morning and a bright hot sun and the rivers edge is now crowded with a crew of young boys…
Woven into the tapestry of life by the gentle hand and loving heart, there is a special invisible thread that connects our lives…
Yellow daffodils…a blanket of violets…flowering Indian paints don the red of valor…
A pond can be a truly wondrous place–but, stay away from Harmar’s black pond….
…Touch the heavens in thanks, remember why we are here…..