Life in the Golden Years

The First Day of August dawns Cool; Cloudy As if a Shroud has been Pulled Across the Land August/Aoút/Agosto/’Aukake … Has come to town this year Wearing Unusual Apparel. ****** But near...

Portrait of an Idyllic June Day in the Country (A Word Painting): He walked along a narrow path in the woods near the edge of the ten feet tall dirt bank....

SNAPSHOTS OF THE SEASONS and  MUSINGS ON LIFE AND LOVE  A collection of poems by Jim Banister NOTE:  The following were copied and pasted from a word processing application and I...

A half-century or so ago, I was a young man and an avid pheasant hunter. That was not particularly unusual in the early 1960s. Kansas was noted for pheasant hunting back...

Edging toward the Western Sky The Afternoon Sun rides High But ’twill too soon Disappear from Sight Giving way to Blackest Night. Scarce a Month has passed Oh, how Long the June Days...

It was well over 30 years ago!   We hadn’t been living in this house too long …   We were visiting the folks when they lived on the farm near...

“Ay, there’s the rub.” Hamlet (III, i, 65-68) On the rare night that I dream, usually the dreams consist of completely nonsensical farces from which, when awakening, I only remember brief,...