weather and the deeds of humans

Almost no money but there’s plenty of food

And there aren't any bill collectors seeking me

I finished the outside chores before the rain began

And my wife smiles at me quite a lot

Looks like I am a rich man anyway

James Lee Jobe

I paint flowers so they will not die.

Frida Kahlo

Savoy Brown - Wang Dang Doodle

A virus devours the population
A few thousand people are eaten everyday
Death at sunrise
Death at moonrise
Death around the clock
People wait for Christmas
But Christmas isn’t coming for everyone
Just for the survivors
My wife asks me what I would like for Christmas dinner
Hope, some hope would be nice
I think it but I don’t say it
How about a ham is what I say

James Lee Jobe

 I walk slowly but, I never walk backward.

Abraham Lincoln

Water and land, the cycles of season

Weather and the deeds of humans

The changes that created this valley

Are a lot to take in

An ancient inland sea between ranges

Dries up into fertile soil

Crisscrossed by creeks and rivers

That feeds it all fresh water

The climate is a rainy season and a dry one

Blessed with very little freezing

Levees and dams to channel the water

It isn’t what nature built

But it does indeed feed millions of people

And me, a poor poet blessed

With spiritual wealth and financial poverty

I do not know if I am happy man

For settling here or if I am just in love

With the walnut blossoms every year

James Lee Jobe

I have often thought that if a rational fascist dictatorship were to exist, then it would choose the American system.

Noam Chomsky

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