Poetry

Written June 3, 2005 for my father, Moffett H. Brady, Sr., born in Clark Hollow in Rappahannock County in 1903, and passed from this life in 1975. […]

Heroes have their ways; Not mere mortal strength, instead; Steel burnished brightly. […]

May Christmas shine its clear bright light. Upon the year ahead, and help us through the dark of night. Our petty woes to shed. […]

He sees the doe, one of the millions overrunning — The land, possessing the forests — In search of dwindling grass. Sighting at one, another comes into view. He knows shooting the first-day’s trophies — Means a family’s contentment. […]

Chilton G. Raiford of Amissville passed away on August 14, 2018 at the age of 95. Grace Raiford of Castleton, an eleventh grader at Rappahannock County High School and a statewide recognized playwright, penned the following homage to her grandfather while she sat with him just a few days before his passing. […]

Three hundred years; Of rings record times of; Growth and plenty; Draught and saving showers; Whispering dew and silent breezes. […]

Ruby Dwyer of Old Hollow celebrated her 90th birthday last Friday, January 19th. On Saturday, her three children — Kathy, Sam and Gary Dwyer — threw their mom a wonderful birthday party attended by dozens of her friends at Trinity Episcopal Church. […]

Coldest winter

in a while

Temp and money

at zero

or below […]

Alleluia, Christmas is here at last; For in the smile of this child; There is Christmas. […]

I heard the first four measures of Pergolesi’s Stabat Mater in my head, A soprano sang, accompanied by flutes, I loaded the rifle, the shells were from Czechoslovakia […]

I see you, hated stink bug,

Three, six, a dozen,

In your legions you arrive

At this time of year. […]

A Labor Day poem by Amissville poet Charlene James-Duguid […]

“Celebrate Independence Day, Shoot the Cannon,” a poem by Charlene James-Duguid. […]

This poem’s namesake, found by the author at the Amissville landfill. […]

Relentless, his jokifying

Went on non-stop,

Made traffic halt and Aspens quake.

Encouraged by the slightest chortle,

A guffaw sent him off in mirthic ecstasies,

Stepping not too lightly on the trillium. […]

An ode to Rappahannock: Esteemed local photographer Ted Pellegatta pictures his homeland in verse. […]