Stabant Autem In Perpetuum

It is with sadness that I report that last week, this home’s ash tree succumbed to the woodsman’s ax and chain saw. The end came quickly after a short illness and straight line winds. While the tree demurely refused to count her rings, It was generally believed that she germinated around forty to fifty years ago. We have been told that she was never married, still there are many friends that are left to mourn her passing, including Robbie the grey squirrel, Charlotte the spider, many blackbirds and starlings that sang so sweetly from her limbs, and finally the scores of dogs and cats that sniffed and marked her trunk during their travels.

Interment will be in Harry’s wood pile and crematorium, where her trunk will be split for distribution.

The service was officiated by Affordable Tree and Landscape Services of St. James, Minnesota.

Donations and remembrances can be sent to the Minnesota Extension Service, who provided final consultation at the end.

-CJ Holm

Bring It Back

Ormsby Field

Ormsby, MN Ball Field

Our Old Field

(Sung with Gusto to tune of My Bonnies lies over the Ocean)

There once was a town that played softball,
Our teams all played with great skill!
In Ormsby we cheered for our hitters,
And heckled opponents with glee.

Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back our slow pitch to town, to town.
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back America’s game.

Our players were locally famous,
The chanted their names at Knight’s Lounge!
They swung for fence with abandon
But struck out most of the time.

Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back our slow pitch to town, to town.
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back America’s game.

The lights have been burned out for ages
The base paths are now overgrown
Our bleachers were sold off to Odin
The gophers have eaten the grass

Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back our slow pitch to town, to town.
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back America’s game.

There once was a town that played softball,
Our teams all played with great skill!
In Ormsby we cheered for our hitters,
And heckled opponents with glee!

 

©2019 cj holm

Fishing

In the river valley below the dam, I spent days watching the lazy river’s current, while my thoughts went out to play…

Sun-bleached signs along the trail
Timbered shadows surround me
Songbirds call to find their mate
Forest chorus rejoices.

Tufts of grass provide my chair.
Far river rock my target.
Toss out my silver lure,
A bamboo pole restrains it.

Deepwater in this creek,
A hidden world below.
Minnow play around my bait,
Small memories from that time ago.

                                     ©2018 cj holm

Echoes

12/18/2018

                          -©2018 cj holm

snowy fields
echoed in the sky
blue shadows

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steel grain bin
leaning against tree
vacant now

clock always ticking
reaper gone away

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snow covered tree stump
all the branches hauled away
squirrel scurries on

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my brother’s birthday
he is younger by a year
and missing old farm