County Road 13

My Uncle
He was a hard man on the outside,hard as one could be
But deep down in his heart
A soft spot there would be
This man was someone who always had the time
To listen to the young people
And try to steer them right
Ole he would set and fish for hours
As time crept by so slow
And hunt them Northern whitetails, in a blinding snow
He would trap them raccoons in the daytime
And him and old Dan would hunt them by the light of the moon
And how he loved the sound of them beagle dogs
Hot on the trail of a cottontail running through the snow
Well as I set here and think back of all the game that this man got
I would have to say that he was a dam good shot
Some that he made was luck
But to him it was a thrill, for he would laugh and look at you and swear it was pure skill
This man he loved his dogs for there was several in his life
And each time one of them died, he would set and cry
But one I can recall,was a patch beagle hound old Boss the best one of them all
Old Boss would chase them rabbits,no matter where they would go
And on this mans face, there would be a glow
The stories he would tell us are ones we won’t forget
And you could bet your bottom dollar old Boss’s name would be said
And in his hunting jacket was a hard pack of Marlboro Reds
And in his hands a Remington shotgun,across his chest a leather strap
And a pure breed beagle dog setting in his lap
Ah we set and think about all of the days of old
And then Jesus came and called our Uncle home
You can bet when he got to heaven and through the gates he did stroll
I can see him now our Uncle and his dogs
Man how we would like to talk to him,no one will ever know
We should have took the time, before he left us so
But when the moon is low and the wind begins to howl
Across our faces, you will see a smile
Yes we will go outside and look up in the sky
And we will get a lump in our throat,and a tear in our eyes
For we know one thing that its hunting time
Ah that’s not the wind a howling,that’s one thing we do know
IT IS OUR UNCLE AND HIS BEAGLE DOGS PUTTING ON A SHOW

Well I woke up from my day dream
By the pounding on my door
There stood a young man; I did not know what for.
He said excuse me, but a few questions do I have.
I said I will try to answer them, come in and have a seat my lad.
He said sir I notice a yellow ribbon on your home.
Can you tell me what it stands for because I do not know?
I said young man it stands for a loved one who has went off to war.
It is a symbol of remembrance for their safe return.
And in the eyes of their loved ones, the love that they yearn.
He said I noticed a flag of black and white with you are not forgotten on it.
Can you tell what it means for it’s the first time I have seen it.
I said son it stands for our prisoners of war.
The ones our government have for gotten.
But not forgotten by their friends and families a never ending reminder of a loved one still gone.
On the flag you will notice that there is a white circle with the black silhouette of a man.
Of who is still missing in action or still a prisoner of war.
You will also notice that there is a guard tower with a guard with a rifle in hand also in the white circle.
Enclosed in the white circle there is a strand of barbwire which I say represents the imprisonment.
Above the white circle son is the letters POW/MIA which I have already told you what those stand for.
And separating them is a white five pointed star, which tells me there is still hope for their return someday.
Also below the circle is a white and black wreath, which to me represents the remembrance of them.
And beneath that in white capital bold letters are the words YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN.
Which to me son means that upon their return they will see, that we did not give up on them, nor did we ever forget them.
The young man said I hope that I am not a bother to you, but I have a few more questions could you please
answer them sir.
I said go ahead son ask away, for I am not busy I am old and I have no one to talk to me these days.
He said can you tell me the meaning of the flag that hangs in your window with a blue star in the center.
Well that there boy is service flag it is an official banner that was authorized by our Department of Defense.
So that it may be displayed by family members who have loved ones in the military during any war or hostilities that
our great country may be involved in. The blue star represents hope and pride. The hope that they return safely and the
pride that someone in your family is serving in the military. Son there is also one with a yellow star which means that
there is a loved one that has given their life for this country so that we can remain free. And you proudly display this Service Flag facing outward from the front window of your home.
One last question sir and I will be on my way.
What is the meaning of a candle in your window that you display?
The candle is a reminder that there is a member of your family far from home, and that it may guide them back home
where they know that they will be welcomed and there will be a hearty meal and a warm bed for them.
The Young man said thank you sir for your time shook my hand and then left
Two years later there was a knock upon my door.
And there stood the same young man.
Proud and tall he stood.
He asked do you remember me.
I said yes for you I prayed.
He was now a U.S. Soldier in Army greens and black beret.

If I offend anyone with what I have put on here, guess what.
Tuff Shit.
It is still 100% Freedom of Speech and if you don’t
like that get the hell out of my country.

Freedom Of speech

There was a time when the people of the U.S.A

Would stand up and fight back.

Now our government has us down.

And millions are smoking crack.

What happen to the pride that everyone showed on 9/11

I guess it was just like Televison flip over to channel seven

And to think that here in the U.S.A.

That people are ashamed.

To say in god we trust oh don’t say that, leave out Gods name.

And to think that some dam rookie quarter back.

Is going to make 78 mill.

While the ones that serve our county, gets the shitty end of the deal.

Our jobs are being sold, to some foreign ass land.

I believe, that it is time, that Americans take a stand.

A lot thought that OBAMA was going to make a change.

Oh boy is he ever, he is selling us down the drain.

And Obama’s cabinet members Tax fraud is what I say.

But us bunch of poor bastards.

Better pay ours or they will send us away.

And what the hell is this shit people wearing on their shirts.

A dam rainbow.

Well some dam Homo probably invented it.

I know it says in the Bible that the first man was ADAM.

And the first Lady EVE.

I have never read in the bible, where it ever said Adam and Steve.

And our Constitution, our politicians are trying to change.

All that is right there all like bill our great president that said he never inhaled.

That is right people set back and say its out government, and them we must trust.

Because it will not be long, we will be communist.

Well before they take my rights, I will go out with a fight.

And if they take me down

Bury me just as I am a redneck country hick.

And all the liberals, and democrats, Muslim lovers and tree huggers.

You can suck my DICK.

Author : James Clark Jr

Lets take her back

Well I was born in this country
of the great U.S of A
Down in the hills of old West Virginia
A place many a people, call backwoods
I served my country it is true
Hell I bleed Red, White and blue
Now I am wondering what my government is trying to do.
They are shutting down our jobs
Ole the working person—– is whom they’ll rob
Well my brothers and sisters what are we going to do

They say well Wall Street is going to fall
Let the dam thing cash it won’t bother me at all
It is for the rich Son of Bitches that steals my money from me
I do not have a college degree
And hell man that doesn’t bother me
For I’m just a backwoods country boy don’t you see

Well my smokes have went to ——six bucks a pack
To pay for the health care Of some little kid,
Whose parents smoke crack
Well some adjustments need to be made
Screw NAFTA and all their fare trade
And why in the hell are we all afraid
Uncle Sam works for you and me
Well brother its time we make them see
That were as far down as were going to be

I say its time to take back what they stole
All this political bullshit is getting old
They don’t listen to us you see
But they say you have to listen to thee
Hell I thought that I lived in a country that is free
Why is there so much bullshit being but on you and me
Well we cannot say this nor can we do that
But I’m not afraid to say that we need to take our country back
Brothers and sisters this is what I see
This is our country it was left to you and me
And if we do not join together she will not stay free

Being Backwoods
Laugh at us all you want.
Truthfully were smarter than most.
We live from the land.
We work with our hands.
And not much of what we eat you buy in a can.
We raise our food.
We hunt for the meat.
And we don’t give a shit about your big city streets.
Some say we are stuck back in time.
Well I would not trade it for a dime.
No we don’t need glitter and shine.
This backwoods life, to me is just fine.
Country folk is what we are.
We make our own wine and our whiskey in a jar.
We sat out at night, by a dam old fire.
We still cook beans in a cast iron pot.
But the food that we eat.
Don’t taste like slop.
It does not come from a fast food shop.
Chinese you say well what is that.
To me it is another country, and I do not eat that crap.
Side meat, jowl bacon and sugar cured ham.
If you have never eaten it, you do not know what your missing man.
Homemade bread, with home made butter.
And milk that comes strait from the utter.
Back strap, dumbass it comes from a deer.
Man what the hell is your city ass queer.
Turtle soup that stuff is grand, beer in a bottle not that shit in a can.
There is a bible on my table.
There is a flag out front in my yard.
Backwoods is the simple life, but the work is hard.
But when you’re canning is all done.
You’re proud of what you got.
Cellar shelves are full.
Meat in the freezer.
Backwoods life is just much easier.
The hustle and bustle that you all dIll with
Is that fast city life that ain’t worth a shit.

A SMALL CROSS

The path that you choose
May not always be right
The troubles that you have to deal with
May be more than you can handle at times
There will be times that you regret things you have done
There will be times that you will love
Nevertheless, there is one thing that you can be sure of
A small cross is a symbol to remind you
That I will always be there for you
So always, wear the symbol
And I will be there
When ever you need me just look at the small cross
And recall what I told you a long time ago
Close your eyes and I will be there
Look deep in your heart
And you will see
For if, I mean anything to you
The image you will see
Will be me
You can wear it on your shirt
You can wear it on a chain around your neck
But do not disrespect it
For if you do
I mean nothing to you
Wear yours and I will always be close
In times of trouble
Happy times and also sad
Just remember I will
Be there
So hold it close to your heart
And think about me for I will always be there

Author: James Clark Jr

Memories some day

The morning dawn is breaking
As I set here in this chair
And think of all the good times
That you and me have shared
Though these times are drifting on
As age creeps upon on me, you see
And one day these memories
Will be all that is left of me
The lemon and tan beagles
That I always loved so dear
Will one day be in heaven for only me to hear
All you will set and think about
The days of hunting cottontails in the cold wet snow
And how your uncle was so proud as his beagles put on a show
The times and fun in my backyard
As you, learn to shoot a bow
And all the crazy things we did
That is just for us to know
The nights that we talked into the morning hours
Will just be memories that you will have of me
The days of deer hunting will be a thing of the past
And I hope that these memories will always last
So when you are setting there with nothing on your mind
That you will hear them beagle hounds
And how they love to whine
All remember how they hunted
And I will be there too
And when my time has come there’s only one thing to say
Is I hope you have a nephew as great as you someday

Author James Clark Jr

As we travel through this world

Well as we travel through this world

There’s not one of us that knows

What is in store for us

As we journey down the road

This journey sometimes pleasurable

Sometimes it seems all up hill

There are times we wish it were all over

And there is times it just stands still

Then there are times it seems so great

We would not trade it for anything

I guess it is because God says

That we will all be tried

And when the time comes, for us to pass on

We will be judged, before we enter his home

So try to live a good life, one not tattered and torn

For your life was spotless

On the day that you were born

Ask God for forgiveness

And pray each night

That all the ones you love will be protected

On this journey, we call life.

Author: James Clark Jr

It is a place that not many know
Out in the country,back a gravel and dirt road
All mother nature has taken its toll
The weeds are high and the fields are not mowen
The old home place has nearly fell in
The coal-house is gone and so is the barn
But if you stand real still you just might hear
The sounds of Little Zedrick and Rosa in the air
Well I believe that I can smell
Salt cured ham that taste so well
Moms bread and cinnamon rolls, baked them for years til she got too old
I can still see dad on the porch ,in his engineer hat and his blue jean bibs
And in his hand a pocket knife, that he used to carve with most of his life
Back a holler and up a hill
I can hear the sounds of the whippoorwills
And in my mind I can picture still
On the third step in the house set my brother Bill
The paling fence around the yard
Life wasn’t easy it was real dam hard
Work from daylight until dark
On this earth they left their mark
Had nine kids and there was no play
Worked real hard for six straight days
And then on Sunday up before dawn, had to get there had to be the first
For it was my job to fire up the stove at the country church
In my mind these times I relive
Back out in the country on Archers Ridge