Willie Walker

Rookie (1941 / southern Alabama)

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The son of an illiterate sharecropper who was raised in poverty. Finished high school in 1959 and moved to Florida, New York City, California and spent time in Central America. Went to college at Rancho Santiago College and Cal State Fullerton as well as classes in several other colleges. Retired as a mechanical engineer at age 54. Began writing poetry and short stories about his youth growing up... more »

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  • Unwritten Soul Unwritten Soul (3/18/2012 6:46:00 AM)

    The green hand of you fertilizing flowers of words, to smile in the garden of poetry.. but in your other hand may also dancing in a sheet like a butterfly you did on flower, coz each of your poetry yo done with confident to share about your experiences, your sighted mind, witnessing for all time around you...just like a butterfly tell story for flowers about the journey that they cant go...Keep using your hands Willie to create a green land, aromatic garden in this poetry field _Unwritten Soul

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Best Poem of Willie Walker

Night In A Negro Graveyard

It is a dark and foreboding night.

The moon has run and hid its light

The pine trees stand shrouded in gloom.

Yellow-eyed owl forecasting his doom.

Gravestones lay broken, scattered about,

A good night for ghouls to wander out.

Deserted road snakes through the swamp

The earth lies moldy, soggy, and damp

A sound comes low, barely heard

It floats in the mist, Is it a word?

The owl goes quiet, cold with fear

It is the sound of death he can hear.

Words whispered I hear, “welcome home.”

My heart falters, ...

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