
Poetry


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

Hunting Season
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. […]

Does he dream?
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. […]

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

A toast to the queen
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. […]


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


Poem: Friday the 13th
Don’t let the 13th live up to its unlucky reputation. A poem by Amissville’s Charlene James. […]


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

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

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

Poem: April’s Fool
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. […]

Raising a toast to Burns
Scotland’s national poet and lyricist Robert Burns was honored with haggis and toasts Friday evening at Central Coffee Roasters in Sperryville. Some locals were spotted in kilts. […]

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

The Tomato Master’s Love
From Charlene James of Amissville this week, the first of what we hope to become a regular poetry feature . . . […]

A Rappahannock Romance
Their love twinkled, and their initials in a tree along their favorite hike was more than an idle description. A Valentine’s poem by Char Duguid. […]

Winter (1/10/15)
A poem laced with the icing of winter, by Rappahannocker Char Duguid. […]