Welcome to Limestone9.com -- Personal website of Greg German his Kansas farm & rural themed poetry, essays, outdoor, farm and other photography... plus, a special section dedicated to Dominica,  Caribbean, West Indies.

   
Dominica, Caribbean, West Indies... featuring a  special section dedicated to the island's life!

 


  
Kansas farm & rural themed poetry by Greg German.
Plus, a sampling of personal essays, farm & other photography...
  



Life, Writing & Photography

...a Collection of Personal Discoveries
Created & Developed by Greg German
Copyright © by Greg German, 2008
 

...hearing only ourselves, we imagine the sound of trees stretching and buds

splitting. It's late.  Our mothers will worry.  But we decide

we are men and are never going home, again.


 

Poetry
Last Day of Harvest
 ...and other poems
 

 

Essays
Far Away Places
 ...and other journeys
 

  
Photography
Places, People & Things
 ...and other images
 

 

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...a Brief History
 ...before I ask, Limestone tells me
he's had a vision.  "Jesus," I swear. "No,"
he replies.  "God.
And
She's a woman."
 

 
 

 

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Dominica, Caribbean WI - Looking north towards Portsmouth
  

Dominica, Caribbean, WI  Images & Narrative 
     

Dominica, Caribbean, W.I.
    

   

Traveling With The River    

 

Knowing winter's clear water

will soon be dulled by summer,

the two of us wade

just a ways down

from the old Brock Bridge.

Advance scouts, we're alert

for yesterday's ware.

Abandoned bottles, hubcaps,

and other good junk

wait between last night's coon

tracks melting in the silt

and today's sun patting

the river's cool bottom.  Friendly,

the current nudges us farther

than we have been before.

We forget and let April's path

splash above our knees, ignoring

dense mud and scavenging sand

that sucks at and into

our worn canvas shoes.

We stop at Holler's Bend,

listen---and hearing only

ourselves, imagine

the sound of trees

stretching and buds splitting.

It's late.  Our mothers

will worry.  But we

decide we are men

and are never going home, again.

        
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