POKEY DAVIS
…Speed was Pokey’s all-time goal….Never one to observe the written rules, Pokey broke them all on every trip….
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.
…Speed was Pokey’s all-time goal….Never one to observe the written rules, Pokey broke them all on every trip….
…A thousand voices all in a unison of sound speaking in tongues that ranged the universe….
Does this diary really exist or is it just a fantasy conjured in the mind?
The twinkle in her eyes, so mischievous as she gave me her card of love…
Snowflakes fill in all the sky and blanket all the earth below as soft firelight warms my rooom…
…Across all the nearest meadows, the wind still smells sweet and pure. What is it that makes me feel so disturbed?
…Tuesday must be like a black hole in space…
Winter is a state of the mind….
Pinochle was the game they played so well…All four were brothers and card sharks all….
It was just an old red brick house with its curtained windows staring…except for that bright green door with the vivid scarlet bow…