WINTER TREASURE
Shafts of white, red, green the yellow splintered across the valley floor.
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.
Shafts of white, red, green the yellow splintered across the valley floor.
Though squirrels still scurry for food, the snowflakes fill all the sky and blanket all the earth below
The New Year’s thoughts in the mind of the poet, now an old man celebrating at home.
“As quietness steals across the world….”
“Old Paint wasn’t much of a horse.” A childhood memory from the author.
Who do you plan to thank this Thanksgiving? The author may expand your list.
The author’s thanks at Thanksgiving.
“A somber voice silences, leaving no sound…until there came the sound of a bugle refrain
Which, slowly drifted into a quiet silence.”
The chase sped up as the boys hurried on, fearing that man who seemed ever so close.