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    Postlude: A Collection of Poems
    Postlude: A Collection of Poems
    Postlude: A Collection of Poems
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    Postlude: A Collection of Poems

    By Russ Peery

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    Russ Peery grew up in Madison, Connecticut, not far from Long Island Sound. He joined the US Navy near the end of World War II, graduated from Gettysburg College in Pennsylvania in 1949 and from Andover Newton Theological School in Massachusetts in 1953. He served one parish in Maine and several in Connecticut. Before he turned fifty, a three-week course in woodworking at Penland Craft School began Russs transformation from hobbyist to profession woodworker. Eventually his work was in galleries all over the country.

    Russ and his wife, Merle, have been married for more than 40 years. They moved from Connecticut to Tennessee in 1986, then to the Good Samaritan Society-Kissimmee Village, Kissimmee, Florida, in 2011. Russ has two children from his first marriage, an adopted daughter from his second, plus several grandchildren and great grandchildren.

    Russ has always liked to write, but did not get serious about writing poetry until near the end of the last century. His readers, whom Merle calls his congregation, eagerly anticipate his new poems (posted almost daily at http://www.russpeery.com), relish his fresh perspectives on the common things of life, and share deeply in the emotions and observations he so clearly articulates. You will find that Russs words offer hope, amusement, contemplation, and wonderment.

    Open up this book and experience Russ Peery at his finest! He will seem like an old friend.
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    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateSep 6, 2012
    ISBN9781477262979
    Postlude: A Collection of Poems
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    Russ Peery

    Russ Peery grew up in Madison, Connecticut, on the shore of Long Island Sound. After serving in the US Navy, he graduated from Gettysburg College in Pennsylvania in 1949 and from Andover Newton Theological School in Massachusetts in 1953. His first parish was in Maine. Then he served four churches in Connecticut, and finally one in Mt Pleasant, Tennessee. In the late 1970s, a three-week course in woodworking at Penland School of Crafts began Russ’s transformation from hobbyist to professional woodworker. He and his wife, Merle, have been married for more than 40 years. They lived in Connecticut and Tennessee, then moved to Florida in 2011. Russ has three children, several grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. Russ has always liked to write, but got serious about writing poetry about 20 years ago. In 2012, POSTLUDE was published. Despite expecting it to be his last, he kept on writing and his readers kept on positively responding to his new poems (posted online several times a week at http://www.russpeery.com). They relish his fresh perspectives on the common things of life, and share deeply in the emotions and observations he so clearly articulates. Open up this new collection of poems and continue to experience a smorgasbord of hope, amusement, contemplation, insight, and wonderment.

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      Postlude - Russ Peery

      © 2012 by Russ Peery. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 08/29/2012

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-6246-7 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-6297-9 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2012915185

      This book is printed on acid-free paper.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      FOREWORD

      Relationships

      STILL WELL ENOUGH TO CHOOSE

      HAPPENSTANCE

      OUR DIFFERENT TEMPOS PLAY

      LOVE LETTERS

      WATCHING (An Anniversary Poem)

      SHE PUT FRESH FLOWERS

      TO CARE FOR AND TO CHERISH

      CHILD CARE

      CHRISTMAS PAGEANTS

      GOOD GRIEF

      LIMITS

      SOMEONES

      THE FEEL OF A HOUSE

      THE ITCH

      THE LATEST ADDITION

      THE LITTLE NURSE

      THE SMILE

      THE TAP ON THE SHOULDER

      THOSE ONCE UPON A TIMES

      TO BE A MEMORY

      VERBOSITY

      Transitions

      A HOUSE DEMOLISHED

      BETTER DAYS?

      ENDANGERED STRANGERS

      GOD’S FINGER

      HOUSED IN A TORTOISE SHELL

      THE CORRIDOR OF TIME

      EVERY DAY BEGUILES

      I STILL CHASE RHYMES

      MEDITATION FOILED

      POSTLUDE

      THE LOST WORD

      SOLUTIONS

      RHYTHM

      THE ICE CUBES

      THE NURSING HOME

      THE ROAD YOU’LL TRAVEL

      THE VELOCITY OF DARKNESS

      THE WINDOW SHADES

      WORDS FOR THE EYES

      THEIR YIELDING TIME

      Reflection

      A MERRY CHASE

      CONVERSATION CATALYST

      DEPRIVED OF MYSTERY

      I USED TO THINK

      LEGACY

      MY MIND AND WALKING

      MEATLOAF SANDWICH

      MEDITATION

      THE KITE POEM

      THE SEND OFF

      THE THINKER

      THE WIND MACHINE

      THOUGHTFUL

      THE WRONG THING

      THOUGHTS ABOUT THOUGHTS

      Feelings

      MY FOOTPRINTS

      APPLE PIE THERAPY

      DOG

      MY CONTOUR SANDER

      QUARTERED OAK

      IT DID NOT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY

      NORMAL FOLKS

      OLD LOVE

      PAIN

      THE WEAVING

      THE HAUNTED MEAT EATER

      THE SHORE

      I MOURN AND CELEBRATE

      THE PAINTED BIRD

      PSSSCHHH

      THE NICKEL

      THE SOCK MARKET

      WITH SILENCE ON MY GRAVE

      Nature

      A MAP OF THE MOON

      A VIEW FROM HERE

      BRIEF ENCOUNTER

      DAY LILIES

      THE STALWART DAFFODILS

      LUCKY WORM

      THE LEAVES ARE STILL

      THE LEAVES BEGAN TO STIR

      WAITING FOR THE STORMS

      THE FROST

      TREE-SPEAK

      GEESE

      IN THE SMOKIES

      Morning

      IT’S FIVE A.M.

      AS NIGHT WAS SLOWLY DISAPPEARING

      STAR MELTING TME

      THE CLOUDS AS ACTORS

      THE GIANT BROOM

      THE MAGIC MOMENT

      THE SKY IS MUTE

      THE SKY COMES DOWN AT DAWN

      THE SUN NO LONGER RISES WHERE IT DID

      Evening

      A STRANGE FOCUS

      A WINTER SOLSTICE SONNET

      BEAUTY’S DEMANDS

      DREAMS OF MINE

      I HOPED TOO SOON

      ONE PARTICULAR FULL MOON

      SLEEP

      SLIPPERY DREAMS

      SOME DAYS END

      THE EVENING OF THE 4TH

      THE JOYS OF TWILIGHT

      THE SHAPE OF THE MOON

      TWILIGHT TIME

      WHEN EVENINGS COME

      Memory / Memories

      A MEMORY KINDLED

      AGAINST ALL ODDS

      ANOTHER LIVES WITHIN ME

      A STRANGE BLESSING

      HARVESTING A MEMORY

      I AM LIKE A STONE

      MY FATHER INTRUDED

      NEARLY FORTY YEARS AGO

      NOSTALGIA

      STORAGE

      TYING SHOES

      Loss

      AND ISN’T ANYMORE

      COPING

      JENNIFER DIED

      I’D HANDLE IT A DIFFERENT WAY

      I FEEL THEM GOING DOWN

      Photo Credits

      FOREWORD

      My therapist wife says, People don’t do something over and over again unless they get something out of it. That is why I write poems. I get a lot out of it. First is the satisfaction of creativity—being involved in making something, hopefully worthwhile. Second is the pleasure of sharing. That may involve a little presumption, but a little of it is OK. And last is anticipating various responses. If there were no feedback, I would have ceased writing. When I began to get serious about my poetry, expectations included the hope for responses.

      Over the years I’ve put together a few booklets of my writings. The last one, I considered to be my last. After all, I am getting

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