Timber Jones

A Great Dog?

By Timber Jones We all have that one great dog in our life that we won’t forget. I have always wanted a Border Collie, but never had Border Collie money. A local logger had some pups to give away so I went looking. The pups looked like Labs but with Border Collie markings…close enough! I…

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The Value of Quiet

By: Timber Jones There are, I’ve noticed, fewer and fewer quiet places in this old world.  It seems that no matter where you go there is an abundance of noise.  Perhaps since noise fills the room, folks feel less lonely with scatterings of blips, bleeps, and bumps.  With yapping, yelling, and well, anything to interrupt…

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There I Was and There I’ll Be

By, Timber Jones Them numbers. There I was with  all them numbers swirling around like a thick bowl of  soup. The fives, seventeens, thirty-sixes and ninety-ones were a big mess on the blackboard and barely made it to the paper on my desk. But there was a light at the end of the hallway that…

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Them Old Hidden Streams

By: Timber Jones In the vast wilds that are the Old Woods, the wilds that oppose a supposed “civilization”, I see five seemingly hidden streams flowing slowly to wherever they go. They were and are so unlike the chaotic yet steady stream of the outside, yet “civilized” world.  I pay the hidden streams the attention…

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Where Men Gather

By, Timber Jones There are many important matters to be settled at the coffee shop this morning.  Before sunrise, someone needs to solve the riddles set before us.  The one I have posed involves three lines.  Can you draw three separate lines without lifting the writing tip from the paper?  It seems that the wit…

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The Legend of Jack Evergreen

 As recalled by Timber Jones High in the north woods of the Yukon there lives a great lumberjack by the name of Jack Evergreen. He lives alone in a log cabin that his great grandfather built many years ago. Smoke always pours out of the chimney as it is very cold where Jack lives. Inside…

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November in Mind

By: Timber Jones On the porch, the rocking chairs are moving in the chilly breeze.  In the kitchen, pork chops are being cooked…the benefits of a bountiful harvest.  Through the window, some of the leaves have turned to that rusty shade of red that I enjoy so much.  Seasoned wood is stacked in the woodshed,…

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Weathered and Gray

By: Timber Jones The toughest folks I’ve known are weathered and gray.  That’s just the way it is.  They are seasoned men and women who stand against the storms, the wind, and the rain.  They’ve been struck hard in the side by the lightning of life.  They stand alone amongst the younger, greener trees of…

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Sharp Enough to Use

Sharp Enough to Use By: Timber Jones It would appear that my entire life has led me to a little window.  Allow me to explain…. You see, I was born on a cold day, about 20°.  Instead of my mama wrapping me in a blue baby blanket, she placed me in a buffalo plaid flannel. …

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This American Country

By Timber Jones We came from overseas, To worship and live free. Ah, The Mountains! Ah, The Trees! We planted all of our seeds; We sowed them prayerfully. We made “an appeal to Heaven” And saw all we could see. This kind of liberty, It ain’t free. With axe in hand  And plow at the…

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