Here I've put together a few poems and an excerpt or two from short stories and/or longer works of fiction. Enjoy the ride.
Poems, Prose, Musings and More
by DL Frost, copyright 1995
Tonight I did look out and see
A merry little Christmas Tree
Standing all alone
I took the candle from my bed
And toward the little tree did head
For it's quills so brightly shone
As if 'twas lit from deep within
No man had made the light begin
Oh, such a special tree
Icicles hanging from it's branches
Moonlight from above enhances
Glittering back at me
I saw a movement at it's crest
A pure white dove was in her nest
An ornament of living
This wondrous sight I did behold
Could not in any store be sold
Nor could be wrapped for giving
As I turned to go inside
The wings of dream-filled sleep to ride
I felt a sense of peace
So I stood in silent prayer
Thanking God for all His care
And hoped 'twould never cease
To Touch The Sky
by D. Frost, copyright 1996
Sometimes I sat on a mountain
and watched the birds reel by.
So high up, I felt I could,
reach out and touch the sky.
Sometimes I sat at the seashore
and watched the ships roll by.
So far out the horizon.
Yet, I felt I could touch the sky.
Now I just sit all hunched and gray
watching the time pass by.
But soon now He'll call me to Him
and surely then I will touch the sky.
by DL Frost, copyright 1995
Excerpt from Young Adult novel
Jason turned at the corner of his grandmother’s old slightly lopsided barn and walked briskly to the back where he just made out the barest touch of lizard green sticking out from behind it. It had an odd shape that made his wild imagination envision the snout of a dragon like the ones he'd been reading about in the adventure novel he bought with last week's allowance. Upon closer inspection he was surprised and delighted to find that it was the next best thing! Hmmm, he thought as he checked out the big green tractor, maybe this vacation at Grandma and Grandpa's new farm won’t be as boring as I'd feared. That is of course, if the Grans don't mind me messing around with the old tractor.
Through the layers of rust and dirt as Jason made his way to the side of the tractor an “O” and an “r” were visible. Jason placed his black sneakered foot upon the step pad gripped the steering wheel and rear fender and hefted himself up onto the tractor. Reaching back he flipped the turned over seat into a usable position and sat down leaving the “O” and “r” still visible but now closer to his reach. He scrubbed at the area of dirt and rust and soon the word “Oliver” was fully visible in white slightly rusty lettering across the side of the tractor.
“So”, said Jason, “You have a name do you? Oliver….hmmm what a funny name for a big old green tractor,” he chuckled.
Jason would be 15 next month. He was tall for his age and only needed to move the seat up a little in order to reach the pedals comfortably. The steering wheel was large. Jason grabbed it with both hands on the left side and pulled down. It moved slightly as the overgrown grass under the tractor’s nearly flat tires gave way just a little. Jason realized he had a lot of work ahead of him just to get the tractor free let alone up and running.
Jumping down from the step pad with a grunt, Jason heard his grandmother calling him to dinner (a meal he had always called “lunch”) from the back of the old three-story farm house. He imagined her wiping the flour from her hands onto the apron she'd be wearing as she searched the yard for sight of him. She always cooked up quite a meal whenever family came to visit. Jason looked forward to her freshly baked biscuits, coleslaw and the best fried chicken in the world that was surely spread out on the table even before she came looking for him.
Giving the tractor a reassuring pat on the fender, Jason whispered, “Don’t worry Ollie, I’ll be back right after lunch. We’ll see if we can get you cleaned up and moving again!”
Heading around the corner of the barn Jason shouting over his shoulder, “You stay put now, okay?”
For one brief second the big green tractor looked very much like the dragon Jason first imagined upon spying the green from around the barn. He rubbed his eyes and took another look but there was just an old run down tractor sitting there. I must be more tired than I thought from our trip, thought Jason as he hurried on to the house waving to his grandmother.
The smells of Grandma’s cooking filled the space between the porch steps and the kitchen door making Jason’s stomach grumble with a hunger that until that moment he had not realized was present. The old wood framed screen door creaked like a banshee as Jason pulled on the brass handle to enter the kitchen letting it slam shut behind him with a resounding bang.
“Jason”, cried his mother, “please don’t let the door slam behind you like that. This is an old house and should be treated with some respect. Did you know your grandmother used to come here when she was a little girl?”
Jason had heard the story of course, about this being the old farmhouse where his grandmother’s grandparents had taken her on summer vacations when she was young. The house had belonged to her great uncles and only through a miracle of upkeep and repair had the house remained in fairly livable condition. Surrounding the one hundred and eighty acre farm and its nearest neighbors there were subdivisions and mini malls but somehow this one little section off Hwy. 60 had gone virtually untouched by the modern world. It was like stepping through the pages of a history book!
Lunch, or as Gram’s called it, “dinner”, was delicious and despite his desire to get back out to the old barn to tinker with the Oliver tractor, Jason sat at the table with everyone else and ate two heaping platefuls. He could barely move he was so full and content.
“I don’t know where you put it, boy!” Gramp’s remarked. “You must have two hollow legs!” he laughed.
With the meal finished and the dishes cleared away and washed, Jason asked if it was alright to go back out and explore the old barn.
“Just be careful, honey.” Grandma said, “Your grandfather hasn’t done much work on it yet. Though he did replace some of the old posts to keep his new tractor safe and dry so it should at least stay standing!” she chuckled as she rolled her eyes at his grandfather.
Jason hit the screen door before the words were barely out of Grandma’s mouth. This time at a dead run but again allowing the door to slam hard against its frame in his haste to get back to the tractor.
“Jason!” hollered mom again! “I told you not to slam that door!”
But all Jason heard was a muffled bellow from the house as he raced around the corner of the barn, his mind flashing through all the things he might need to do in order to get the tractor ready to ride.
A rake, shovel and hoe rested against the back wall of the dilapidated barn near the tractor. Jason took the rake and pulled at the dead weeds and grass that had grown up over the tires of the tractor and filled the space beneath it. Once the dead growth was removed as much as possible with the rake, Jason used the hoe to dig away the remaining living brush that still clung to the tractor like tentacles. Freeing the tractor from nature's tethers was only the beginning Jason soon found out.
The same growth also grew up into the engine compartment, wound itself around the drive train and securely entangled the Oliver’s rusty yellow mower deck that sat at a tilted angle off the back. Jason managed to remove most of the material, both living and dead, using his hands to rip it away from the engine compartment and drive shaft. The mower deck proved to be a bit harder to untangle but soon most of the debris was off and the full outline of the tractor was now visible.
“There ya go, Ollie,” said Jason, “all cleared away and loosened from your earthly bonds my friend! Now let’s see if we can find your key. Maybe its in the barn,” he said as he ambled around the corner.
He caught a glimpse of silvery green scales from the corner of his eye sparkling in the afternoon sun. Looking back at the tractor the same dull apple green was all he saw. Jason shook his head to clear it. Must have pulled harder on those weeds than I realized, he chuckled to himself.
Jason smelled the dank musty scents of decaying hay mixed with old grease and diesel fuel upon entering the old barn. His grandfather had purchased a shiny new blue Ford tractor that took up residence like some proud king on his thrown. Jason wasn’t impressed. He much preferred the rusty old Oliver out back and once it was running, perhaps grandpa would let him help with the mowing and other chores. The thought brought a huge grin to Jason's face.
Tools lined the walls of the barn and lay spread out over the workbench on the back wall. He searched for the tools he thought he might need in order to get the tractor back in working condition while at the same time keeping an eye out for the ignition key.
After going through endless tool boxes, shuffling through loose tools everywhere and searching almost every inch of the wall space in the barn, Jason was just about to give up when something caught his eye. It sparkled slightly in the sunlight spilling through the widely open front doors of the barn. It glistened like a small snake scale hanging from a string on a nail just on the other side of the door through which he’d entered the barn over an hour ago. “The key!” he exclaimed.
Sure enough it was a key and just as he reached for it the sun went behind a cloud and the light died in the barn. The key no longer shown with the dazzling light of day but more like a light burning from within. Jason was almost afraid to take the key but grab it he did. It was old and dull once in his hand and looked very much like a key that should fit the tractor out back. It was warm to the touch as if it were a living thing.
“That’s silly, Jason” he said aloud, as if to clear away the ghosts that seemed to inhabit the old barn all of a sudden. “It must have just been from the sun shining on it. Of course, that has to be it,” he mumbled.
Jason spent the better part of the afternoon working on the engine. He checked first to see if the key was the right one and sure enough, it fit and attempted to turn over the engine. He was so excited that the remainder of the day passed in blur. Lucky for him he had learned a lot from his grandfather about working on motors and it was really paying off now.
By late afternoon he had cleaned and gapped the spark plugs, added water to the battery and charged it using the charger he found in the shed, changed the oil and filter and checked all the hoses for leaks and the belts for cracks. As far as he could tell, if he just got a new belt and replaced the broken hoses, the tractor should start right up!
“I’ll ask Grandpa to take me to the auto parts store in the morning, Ollie,” said Jason, “I'll get you running again! I promise!” he laughed.
My Wild Thing
by DL Frost, copyright 1997
I look across the room at her
crouched on the arm of the chair
Her ears flicking at each new
sound she hears
Her tail thrashing the air
like a whip
Her eyes squinting in an evil stare
She leaps into flight like
a wild thing
Catching her prey off guard
What is her prey you ask?
Just a piece of paper lying
totally still on the floor
But to her it's alive and dangerous
She bats at it and rolls with it
Tearing it to bits with her razor sharp
teeth and claws
Then, when the danger is over
She walks slowly away
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