My Sentiments Exactly: Poetry and Musings

By William P. Jacobs III

If you read most of the material in this book, you will probably get a pretty good idea how my brain operates.
While these writings will not give you a chronological view of my life, they werent meant to do so. I will leave that for a biography or eulogy.
A biography or eulogy this isnt. Those will have to wait until another day and another writer.
But really, this is me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 27, 2007
• ISBN: 9781465315557

William P. Jacobs III

William Plumer Jacobs, III, is a retired business man who, with his wife Erna, lives in Clinton, S. C. Jacobs was born in Clinton and has spent most of his life there with the exception of four years in the US Army during World War II and two years in New York as General Manager of America Lawn Tennis Magazine. In 1972, in anticipation on his retirement years he took up Art, specifically Watercolor. Then, remembering his college days when he gained a major in English he began to write poetry. Although he edited a history of Laurens County, S. C. and was advisor to other such efforts, this is his first book.

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Contents

Foreword

Thinking Out Loud

Thanks

What’s in A Name?

NATURE

After the tide

Awaiting Return of Fishing Man

Breath of Spring

Destiny

Hike

October Hike

Sunrise O’er the City

The Painting

Tides

We Call It Rain

Waking Marsh

Yesterday, the Wind

PEOPLE

Christoforo Colombo

Concentration

Dreamin’ Agin

Memories

Exhilaration

Arrest

Bud

Curtis

Idea

Kim

Marc

On Fanning One’s Self

Inspiration

Pink Shoes

Rumpole of the Baileys

Jack Nicholson

Spitting

Temptress

ANIMALS AND PETS

Matt’s New Beat

American Robin

Barn Swallow

Furtive Feline

Rain

Mockingbird

Nuthatch

Purple Finch

Red-bellied Woodpecker

Rose-Breasted Grosbeak

Souls

Tiny Chauvinist

Four Kittens

Tommy (or is it Tanya?) Titmouse

Twin Wrens

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP

Mother

A True Friend

Cindy

Gary

Love Affair

One

Out of the Night

Wind Song

The Ballard of Laura Jo

FAITH AND BELIEF

An Ordinary Night

An Artist’s Prayer

Cemetery

Haunting Within

Legacy

Make Believe Miracle

O, Great Creator

On Viewing a Painting

Prayer for Peace

Sono Io

MISCELLANEOUS

Moonface

Doorknob

Alma Mater

Beta Blocker

Chocolate Ice Box Cake

Come Back, O Youth

Fun Night

Pam

Procrastination

Rebuttal

Routine

Suicide

Scots Fences

Travelers

What Is Poetry?

Where Is She?

Who’s Who

Windows of the future

Words

To my four Grandchildren:

Will, Laura Susan, Catherine and Jake, plus my new Granddaughter, Ashley (Will’s wife) all of whom have supplied pleasure, inspiration and encouragement to their author/poet Granddad.

Foreword

William Plumer Jacobs, III has a genius for elevating the everyday pieces of life into poetry. The lightness, the flow, the clarity of his works sends the reader onto the next poem effortlessly.

Jacobs is a master of observation, of looking at the obvious and lifting it into the sphere of human drama.

His poetry reflects his personality, his ability to radiate wherever he is, notice something interesting, and share his talent.

His love of nature, deep faith, glowing personality, and dry humor are continually present in his writing.

P3, as he is affectionately known, agreed to put together this first volume of his work. This artist and poet from Clinton, S. C. can now be enjoyed by the world!

When you finish this book you will wish for more.

Carrie Henderson

Thinking Out Loud

If you read most of the material in this book, you will probably get a pretty good idea of how my brain operates.

As a matter of fact when I began to think out loud, the words took on the appearance of poetry.

Therefore, I went back to school (evening classes on poetry for adults), two semesters under two very different teachers.

I had already been told that I had a knack for poetic utterances, and my study of English in college came rushing out in force, saying, Write it down William, say it the way you feel it.

While these writings will not give you a chronological view of my life, they weren’t meant to do so. I will leave that for a biography or eulogy.

A biography or eulogy this isn’t. Those will have to wait until another day and another writer.

But really, this is me.

Thanks

I have a hard time keeping myself on a straight line toward the end of a project, even after I set my mind to the task. I’m not certain what that is called but had it not been for friends and family who urged me on and lent helping hands, I might never have gotten this book published.

So, I owe them my grateful thanks.

First is my wife, Erna, for putting up with my strange ways, and furnishing a love which kept me at it in spite of myself. Carrie Henderson, who wrote the foreword, has been a helpful fan since the