It's just that one little thing, and not enough to save money or time
A small bit of fabric on the front of my shirt, sewn on with a wee bit of twine
Please don't buy the one's without pockets, those are only good under shirts
A real top should have at least one pouch, but a second really wouldn't hurt
Because one day he won't want to rest here and the wild will call unrelenting
But for now my boy's quite content here in this little space that he's renting
He won't always look for a home here, for he must return to the wild
With tears in the eyes of his rescuers, like a mother losing a child
Someday he may not remember, this place on the front of my flannel
I've seen it all happen before, just as quickly as turning the channel
On the hand he once fed from so gently, he may some day bite down with force
And though I won't like it, you nut, I will still love you of course
As I walk into work I see men in their T's and all of these dresses on girls
But without any pockets, I wonder, where do they keep their squirrels
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
I needed something to occupy my mind, so time for a little hook and line
A little time to myself, to unwind, just me and the fish that I find
But, "Mr., what are you doing", I hear coming up from behind
"I'm playing tennis," is what I reply, then send my lure out through the sky
"I think you're fishing," she tells me with conviction, and that my tennis is nothing but fiction
"You are correct, I'm trying to catch bass, but not getting a whole lot of love
Even though the bass that I'm watching, all seem fixed on things up above
So I'm working this little Assassin, I just keep casting and casting and casting"
"Well Mr.", she says, "I don't think you're leaving your bait out there long enough"
Her little sister agrees and nods her head at me, "have you ever caught a fish with that stuff?"
"Yes, it's a good lure and I'm trying to imitate injured prey, that's why I move it this way"
"Hmm," she replies, "have you ever caught a bass in this lake?"
"Yes, but unless I show you then you're going to think I'm fake."
Heckled by two little kindergartners, God I really do need a fish
Just one little fish, God please, just this one little wish
And to the sound of jeering girls, and laughing little banshees
I cast a toad, as far I can, across hydrilla weeds
Just like a seal on Shark Week he glides across the surface
Until Leviathan comes forth and crushes him with purpose
I fight the monster to the shore and glow as one redeemed
Then show it to my tormentors, who say, "what an ugly thing"
That's it, that's all you have to say, about this mighty bass
"Well it took you long enough,' she said, 'but probably cause you reel to fast"
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
I made some new friends at the lake the other day, while my girls were playing video games. They were cute and not the least bit shy when it came to critiquing my fishing style. I finally consented to teaching them how to cast a spinning reel, and we discussed what a bass was. Their confidence in me was not very high, since what I called fishing, they saw as skipping plastic. I tried several lures that day and finally ended with a dark Zoom toad, with blue flecks. There were bats diving close to the water, and I have no way of proving it, but the bass seemed very interested in them. Maybe the dark toad, falling on the water beneath them triggered the response. I don't know, but I try to use anything that nature makes available. Later my girls came out and did some fishing of their own. They were eager to share, and I listened as they taught the other two girls about fishing. This is a proud moment when you see your children are able to teach other children the art of angling. When you can teach some one, it means you are developing a deeper understanding of it yourself. It was fun to watch, and see my daughter express some of the same frustrations when they mishandled the gear. I guess its time to reach a little deeper into my arsenal and share a few more secrets. They can cast net, fish with lures some, and teach others to do the same. I am very happy with them, so I think we will keep them.
Before you say I'm crazy, I have pictures that will tell
Don't call me chicken little, as I go to ring the bell
The images are frightening, the attacks are all too real
I'm afraid to go outside now, lest I become their meal
And so I beg my mother, don't make me go to school today
Of course she will not listen, and so I'm on my way
I approach the campus listening, to the sound of many birds
The whistling and chirping, I can't quite put in words
But I'm sure that they are plotting, and planning something big
Whatever they are up to; it has to do with twigs
My class mates are oblivious and walk beneath the trees
I stay out in the open, where they can't sneak up on me
I've heard stories of my uncle attacked by ducks and geese
My father bombed by black birds, just walking down the streets
His car was one day covered by Anhingas on the raid
I guess we fished their lake that day, and that's the price we paid
I see it more and more now, from birds of every type
But no one likes my stories, they say its all just hype
- Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
What's it going to take for people to wake up?
There is only one Scale Lily, and that's me - Scale Lily
It's moving day, and as I look around, I wonder, where did everybody go?
I see my 11 year old daughter, a whole lot of furniture, and the how I really don't know
"Are you ready? " I ask her. "Let's do it," she replies with a smile
And as we head down the stairs, that one single flight, quickly turns in to a mile
The hand truck is useful, but its killing my back; every step now taunting my age
And as I look at my Lily at the end of the desk, something else has now taken the stage
"Who are you?" I ask, as she lifts up her mattress and it carries it down the stairs on her head
"It's just me," she replies and runs back up stairs, to take down the rest of her bed
She brings me some water and tells me, "sit down and cool off, cuz you look overheated"
I thank her a bunch and pride fills my ears, when she says, "don't worry, we'll beat it"
A few loads then more water, a few more then a breath
One more trip up the stairs, nothing left
The other half of our crew is just now showing up, and Lily is losing her green
My She Hulk is tired and hungry I bet, so mama please get us protein
She borrows strength from a bull and cools off with ice tea, as she readies for one final round
And I can't help but wonder, as she turns green again, who is this girl that I found?
She really stood up and stood out for the day, and it wasn't for candy or cash
But for the love of her fans she calls mom and dad, and cries out to them, "Lily Smash!"
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
I have to say, I am still a little shocked at the way my daughter stood up on moving day. There is nothing inherently fun about lifting boxes and furniture, nor stairs for that matter. My knees and back were killing me, but my daughter kept the mood light and lifted things with me that most grown men complain about. It was a wretchedly hot summers day, much hotter than the fourth of July. It was the 30th for goodness sake. Lily hates chores; it is a fight to get her to clean her room, and when her heart is not in something, she will go so far as to feign narcolepsy. But that day was different and she didn't complain or negotiate. It was my pleasure, after all of this, to share with her my dinner and a movie tickets. Normally you would take your wife, but her and my youngest admitted to laughing about me and Scales getting stuck with the brunt of the work. Even when we got to the new place, it was Lily, who was the first to help me unload. I am very proud; family takes team work and my little girl realized what a lot of grown ups do not. She is learning that is not right to watch others struggle when you could help out, and bear part of that burden. Her contribution was huge that day, and gave me a lot of strength. Thanks Scale Lily, I love you.
She is the more shy and reserved of my children. I have to make her order her own food, and she, like a little Bruce Banner, is more socially withdrawn. It's not that she doesn't like people, but she struggles to find those with the same interest. Lily becomes bored rather quickly and will disappear quite suddenly when something can no longer hold her interest. Her interests though, are broad and ever growing. When we go fishing, she is also collecting. She has a minnow trap in the water and is patrolling the shore with a dip net. When she returns she catches smaller fish, which she then cuts into steaks for catfish, gar and turtle bait. She is every bit as fascinated with the crayfish in her net as the bass on her line. I hope she will continue to come out of her shell; she has a lot to share, if you just can keep up.
Thanks again, Lily. I really enjoyed the movie you picks too. Guardians of the Galaxy was non stop action and adventure, with some really interesting characters.
I like to spend time on the tracks, looking for railroad artifacts
Its the things that don't move out of the way
That I come back to find the next day
And there once was this Hobo from Hoboken
If he was anything; it wasn't soft spoken
He said the track ain't no place for no kids
He told me move on, so I did
But at night the snakes like to steal
That last bit of heat from the steel
So at dusk I had to return, because this is the way that I learn
Oh look if it ain't Natty Gann, come back to my railroad again
I said, you ain't that funny old man, and yes, I came back cuz I can
And you think I don't know Natty Gann, it just so happens that I'm a big fan
But Hobos don't ride rails no more, because the trains today move too fast
And your little legs, they won't last, you'd just be chasing your past
Hoboken stood up from his chair, and said, I still love the sounds that she makes
The whistle I hear from afar, and the screeching that comes from the brakes
So maybe I had been a bit harsh, because Hoboken was anything but fake
So as we walked I learned the old ways, and he got to learn about snakes
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
In the murky depths I lay, inside my sunken lair
Patiently I wait down here, for my table fare
Your tongue is your worst enemy, but my tongue pays the bills
With open mouth they come to me, without one word it kills
And no one wants to bother me, for my bite exceeds my bark
So under here I am the night, and yes, I own the dark
Maybe down there, but not up here, I wait for sun to fall
And darkness will not cover you, my ears can see it all
If words could kill, then mine would lead, with them I pay the rent
Your picture painted, clear as day, with every word I sent
And though I help control the swarm, the humans run in fright
They do not like the sight of me, and so I am the night
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
This is from a long, ongoing argument between a snapping turtle and a bat. I happen to like both creatures and find them very beautiful and intriguing. Bats eat billions of flying insects every day, and provide food to other animals by way of their guano and sometimes their life. If you really take the time to look at them, they are actually kind of cute. Snapping turtles are beautiful too, and seldom seen. They stay in the mud and water most of the time, but occasionally come out to lay eggs or find another water hole. Their armor is amazing and very prehistoric looking. The turtle I saw from the car and the bat was in the field by the house. I took several shots of the bats but this came out the best for the night.