I have a friend, J. Carroll Barnhill (J for Jesse and he’s always wondered how he ended up with two girl names…). A few years after I met him he had a bad fall from a very frisky race horse and shattered his hip. He came to stay at my house for his rather lengthy recovery and it was suggested to him that since he couldn’t do much but lie in bed, he should read or maybe write poetry. Many years later he is still writing poetry and reading his favorites at gatherings of all kinds. He doesn’t type much, which is why I’ve gotten to type most of his creations and they are all stored on my computer. As “keeper of the anthologies” I wrote this poem for him and it was included in the preface of his first book.
Another Silly Poem
“Another silly poem,” he said, “for you to type today.”
“You probably don’t have time for this, but I thought I’d ask anyway.”
The words are scrawled on whatever’s at hand, envelope, napkin or pad.
Sometimes hard to read, grammatically strange, but inspired by a vision he’d had.
His words, his thoughts, his moments of life, captured with pen and ink
Are presented to me with a hopeful smile and then “What do you think?”
Obviously bursting with pride at this “newborn thing” he’s made,
Yet giving his feelings a place to hide in case I don’t give a good grade.
All his years of living, places and times, simply written down
Passed on to those who identify, who marvel, who laugh or frown
Or cry or argue or shake their heads – amazement on their face.
How can so many words jump out from such an unlikely place?
For he’s been a man of action, a workman with his hands.
Setting poles, stringing wires, driving machines, caring for horses and land,
Loving and losing, rejecting and choosing – no busier person around.
Who would think he’d have dared to try this new thing, this talent freshly found.
It’s his courage that takes the time to share and cares to pass things on
It’s his joy that sees the fun and rhyme, and hope life’s built upon.
Word upon word, one page at a time, a life I’ve never known…
So with respect I sit to type “another silly poem”.
Shirley Dietz © 2006
6 thoughts on “A to Z Challenge: P for Poem (hello National Poetry Month)”
how wonderful Shirley!! You are a kindred Spirit of Jesse, clearly! I can see why you are such good friends.
haha, kindred spirit. I don’t know about that but you’ve got the good friends part right. Thanks for reading Annie.
A very fitting preface to his book–it shows your really know, admire, and support him. Nicely done.
WOW DOUBLE WOW, Shirley. Like I said when you totally surprised me with the poem, you really got right. and I am forever grateful for your help, care. kindness and loving care when I felt like I would soon be ”six feet under”. All the thanks and appreciation, love and respect from my old Cracker Heart, J. Carroll Barnhill
……..Good job to both of you!
Hey Toni! thanks for reading.