Roger Glen Barnes

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Biography

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 Background Information

 

 

     I was born May 18, 1946 in a small log house near Crofton Kentucky.

Shortly afterward my family moved to a farm in Muhlengburg County between

Kirksmanville and Greenville where I lived until I was in the second grade.

I attended first and second grade in a one-room school there.  We then

moved back to Crofton to my uncle's farm where we lived in a two story log

house until I graduated from Christian County High School in 1964.

     Some of my fondest memories come from the time I spent around the

streams and woods of north Christian County Kentucky.  Also memories of my

family life with my three brothers and three sisters and loving parents.

 

 Accomplishments

 

 I worked for Chrysler Corp. in St. Louis Mo.and Huntsville AL. For 33 Years and retired June of 2001. I now live in Madison AL. with my wife Carolyn.  We have been happily married for 35 years and have two sons Barry and Phillip.

I didn't start writing poetery until 1997. There was talk of restoring the old log house that I grew up in and I felt the urge to write a poem about it.  After that my sister Elsie Phipps ( She also has a PA book coming out this year) started giving each other titles and we would write a poem about it.  Now I have two books full and decided to try and do something with them.  Thanks to Publish America others will get a chance to read them. The first one of these book is titled Poems Of Everyday Memories Southern-style and should be out in the next few months.

Some of my poems have appeared in different papers, Anthologies and Newsletters.  I was also invited to read my poems in Washington D.C. for the International Society Of Poets 

I plan to keep putting new poems on my web site as soon as I figure out how to do it.

 Additional Information

 

 

The Old Home Place   9/10/97By Roger Barnes

 

Its logs are weather beaten

And the roof's gone from above

But always in my memory

Its rooms were filled with love

 

Its walls could have used some paper

And its rugs did show some wear

But music filled the hallways

As laughter filled the air

 

Mom never fixed anything fancy

When in the kitchen she stood

Though there was always plenty

And it was mighty good.

 

I can smell the breakfast

Cooking in the morning air

Mom would cook anytime day or night

And never seem to care

 

Daddy always had some things to trade

A gun or watch or knife

It may to some seem kind of dull

But it was not a bad life

 

They want to restore that old house

So the old way of life many can come and see

                                         It may look like sweat and tears to them

But it will look like home to me

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