MONSTER?
Clear, clean swiftly flowing waters beneath which lay a fearful darkness where perhaps some strange fearful beast lay…
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.
Clear, clean swiftly flowing waters beneath which lay a fearful darkness where perhaps some strange fearful beast lay…
It was past midnight on the mountain top. Starlight from a thousand million stars above…
We met in that camp at Panther in the CCC….in southern Virginia….
It was past midnight on the mountain top. Starlight from a thousand million stars above…
….When you hold me tight, my world feels safe. My heart beats in turn with yours…..
Though the fence spoke “stay out,” that meadow was far too inviting…
Walk into the wild with me….Now stay and visit for a while…..
Perhaps God had something special in mind when he granted America so much in richness….
A puzzle poem or is it?
Spring has arrived at long last but where are all its brightly colored flames?