Journey Back in Time: Vol Iii
By D.M. Russ
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Because I am an avid lover of poetry and because of the way I felt after reading the diaries, I decided I had to share the gold with everyone. So here we are, two years later with Journey Back in Time, Volume 2 of 3. Each volume will hold over one hundred poems each. I want you to feel how they felt, see what they saw, hear what they heard, and live where they lived. So as soon as you open the book to the first page, be ready. You might cry, you might laugh, you will be sad, and you will be happy. It was very religious times; but together, well go on a journey in Journey Back in Time, Volume 2 of 3.
The words are kept in their original format from the diaries, and misspellings are the same as in the original. I did not want to take anything away from the words or feeling they wanted us to hear by making corrections. What you will be reading is the original diary format. This is how they talked and wrote back then.
D.M. Russ
D.M. Russ is a Published Author, living in the Appalachian Mountains of Virginia. David has a bachelors degree in Business Management from Liberty National University, an Associates Degree in Photography from the New York Institute of Photography, and various certificates in art from Virginia Highlands Community College. David served in the United States Army during Desert Storm, Desert Shield, and Iraqi Freedom. He has published articles in Trap and Trail Magazine, TV Guide, and various weekly newspapers. David is a member of the National Poetry Society and has won the national Poetry Society Award in 2016. D.M. Russ has also published: Journey Back In Time, Unseen Poetry From The 19th Century, Volume I, Journey Back In Time, Unseen Poetry From The 19th Century, Volume II, and Lost And Found Poetry. He lives in Abingdon, VA with his wife Becky on their farm. They also have three dogs: Gabe, Zeva, and Angel. Authors Website: www.dmruss.com
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Journey Back in Time - D.M. Russ
Battle Of The Churches
That’s the village, said the driver
When you see those steeples three
On the hill beyond the river
Side by side in rivalry
Three nice churches, in and out, sir
As you’d ever wish to see
Each has got a nice tall steeple
And a bell on all the three.
Ah! Said I in some amazement
Quite a village this must be
Such a church must cost some money
But this village here has three
But the driver, with a chuckle
Said there was no village there—
Just a dozen modest houses
On the hillside bleak and bare.
Whence these churches then, my driver
With their spires so tall and white
Whence this flood of architecture
With no village here in sight
Whence the capitol stupendous
Thus to build in very sport
Whence the rivalry tremendous
Let me here the sad report.
Then the driver winked so slyly
Gave his mouth a cunning twist
Saying, Sometime’s don’t the devil
Head a church subscription list
When you cannot raise a dollar
For a preacher starved and poor
You can easy raise a hundred
Just to spite the church next door.
First there was but one church here, sir
Presbyterian, the old school
Scotch folks mostly, town of Galway
And they worked by strictest rules
With their faces long and pious
Mostly talking’ through their nose
But the young folks they get looser
And for fun and fashion goes.
Well, they got to introducing’
Kinder jerky tunes and hymns
Stead of Psalms, which the old people
Thought the wickedest of whims
Then the young folks got a preacher
Who had long and curly hair?
And forgot the invocation
And shot off a made-up prayer.
And he didn’t wear no choker
And he let his whiskers grow
And at last he went a-courtin’
Of the deacon’s daughter Flo
Well, you bet on old school fellers
Called a meeting’ right away
And they started a subscription
For another church, same day.
Yes, you see their stands a third church
Congregational its name
Sort of third rate Presbyterian
With the name but not the game
This grew out of choosin’ sides, sir
When the other churches split
When they come to swap opinions
Why, they made the doubters git.
There they stand, all in a row, sir
Empty, grand, and cold and bare
You could put the village in ‘em
And have lots of room to spare
Have they preaching, Bless your soul, sir
Preachers dread ‘em like the plague
They would starve a joss house-keeper
And freeze off a wooden leg.
Thus my driver, last December
Told this simple tale to me
And his vision I remember
As he winked a wicked glee
But I could not feel like laughing
Neither chides nor harshly blame
Tho’ he seemed a son of Noah
Showing up a father’s name.
But I gazed up through the moonlight
At the church spires white and tall
Each a moment of passion
Not a beacon-light for all
But their shadows intermingled
On the graveyard’s frozen sod
Making the long, pointing finger
To one ever-loving God.
Here And There
One day, Haroun Al Raschid read
A book wherein the poet said.
Where are the kings and where the rest
Of men who once the world possessed?
They’re gone with all their pomp and show
They’re gone the way that thou shalt go.
O thou who choosest for thy share
The world and what the world calls fair.
Take all that it can give or lend
But know that death is at the end.
Haroun Al Raschid bowed his head
Tears fell upon the page he read.
Christmas Eve
Roll back the mighty flood of years
And lo! The Holy land appears—
The land made rich by prophets tears
And great by sacred song.
Night’s sable shroud has fold in
The silent plains of Palestine—
Hushed is the holy city’s din—
Deep stillness reigns o’er all.
Above, on Bethlehem’s Rugged steep
The shepherds o’er their flocks of sheep
Lone, midnight vigils keep—
Sole watchers o’er the scene.
Anon their thoughts and eyes upturn
To where the shimmering planets burn—
Where on their noiseless orbits turn
The sentinels of the night.
The prophetic calmness of the hour
Comes o’er them as a magic power—
Deep in their soul drops like a shower
Of dew at eventide.
A nameless feeling—a mute contest
Twixt hope and fear is in each breast—
Their words are couched in whispers, lest
A sound disturb the spell.
But see! What light illumes the sky?
Hark, what anthem floats on high
What angel pageant hovers nigh—?
What snowy land is this?
Oh! It is a heavenly throng
Filling the realms of night with song—
Their pains glad are borne along
Upon the trembling air.
The angelic notes exultant swell
O’er the bleak rock and sombre dell
And to the raptures shepherds tell
The Lord, our Christ, is born.
Job Trotter
Job Trotter was a jockey who
Was honest as the day
His horse was very harnesses, too
And never ran away
Upon a bay, Job never rowed
Yet he rode on a bay
He never owed along the road
Although he did all day
Once at a bridal party free
He gave the bride a pup
And told his wife next day that he
Just gave a gallop up
He never would endorse a note
Yet he would often say
Of course I will lend horse an oat
He’ll pacer, won’t he, hay
One day in a driving rein
Job caught a colt, of course
And in his livery had pain
And fell to taking horse
His wife she tried race horses all
To cure him of his whoa
Oh, Job, it’s hard to part, she’d bawl
Big horse shoe love me so
In horse-bit-all Job would have died
Had not one of his cronies
From a de-canter him supplied
With spirited young ponies
Job’s stable had some thorough-bred
Which in a char e eat
Sometimes in nag-ony he said
A night mare he would get
At last Job Trotter run his course
In human race and died
And got behind his weeping horse
To undertaker ride
Horse-chestnuts grow above his head
Horse-radish at his feet
And on his turf but grassy bed
Job’s Trotter stands—to eat.
The Shepherd’s Sabbath Song
This is the Lord’s own day
On