Chapter 5 Sophomore Year ~ Undefeated Almost
The beginning of 10th grade was beyond exciting. My classes were interesting Biology, French, Geometry and I joined the wrestling team. I did have a glitch when the Geometry teacher said that to take her class, Mrs. Guise, the Algebra teacher had to recommend me, especially since the record showed that I had received a D in Algebra.
I surely knew where Mrs. Guise was and went to her room between classes and said, “Mrs. Crane said that to take Geometry I would have to get a recommendation from you.” She looked at me in her perfectly straight up and…
The start of my junior year was hopeful. I had worked all summer building high steel grain elevators. Everyone knows that high steel is dangerous but in those days the contractors hired young farm kids who would do anything to make $5.00 and by anything I mean climbing, working, welding and assembly at heights over 100 feet with no safety rigging at all. We thought it was normal.
The pay was good, $1.25 an hour working from 8 am to dark building grain storage towers for corn and beans. We worked in crews, 2 crews with 2 totally different bosses…
Chapter 7 ~ Rite of Passage ~The Car
There is nothing, nothing more important than having your own car. Just know that. The world’s deepest divide is between those teenage boys who have a car and those miserable, hopeless failures who do not have a car. To have a car was to have near absolute freedom. …
All of us could see the hand writing on the wall. We had grown more corn than the market wanted to buy and gone into debt for fertilizer, seed, fuel and equipment to do it. No one had enough to pay the banks back so the Selling Out sales began, they began in the winter. The crops were in, the harvest was the greatest ever and the end result was worse than the worst year anyone could remember, worse than drought and that was bad but this was the end.
The upheaval was everywhere. We moved to a small 80…
Chapter One — Dirt Born
I was dirt born the son of a share crop farmer in 19 an 47 in an age that was before everything, really. Life on the farm was full of hard drama; that would be a combination of hard work, high hopes and endless conflict with nature, up close and personal. Survival of the fittest on a daily, hourly basis all dependent on a deep style, this becomes your life.
Cows. Cows were very much a part of my day, in fact the entire family’s life centered on cows, raising cows, cows having calves. …
That's poetry!
Take a small thing
And make it Big
Make my eye a Star
My mind a fresh Twig
The herb has a revolutionary history as the spiritual sacrament of social change. The pot laws are the foundation of the police state and systemic racism. Medical marijuana was simply the people demanding Self Government.
Perfect, I have a memoir recently published on KDP that spans 7 decades and around the world adventure. 'Ganja Warrior Priest: Genesis' . It is the great quest with a humble beginning. The first line is: 'I was dirt born the son of a share crop farmer in 19 and 47 in an age that was before everything, really everything, before TV, before the Internet. ' I would be happy to publish excerpts or new tales.
I have some poems perchance spiritual and would like to be grafted on to this vine.
A third of the people think Trump is the resurrected Christ, disguised as a reprobate and a thrid of the people think he is the long awaited Anti Christ. The remaining third do not give a shit.
Clifton Middleton
Ganja Warrior Priest
