There’s a man who

still writes his poetic

thoughts

on yellow, legal pads

perhaps even in fast

vanishing

cursive

and avoids the internet

at all costs.

A farmer from

Kentucky,

he jots down his

wisdom, in between

farm chores,

keeping his

priorities straight,

those being justice

for all,

the environment,

individuals,

the burgeoning

poor, the fast

vanishing

middle-class, the

chickens, pigs and

all the rest of us

and he’s crashing

the high-tech

world in favor

of good, old,

really great

thinking.