Willie Walker
Willie Walker Poems
The setting sun in the winter skies
Reflected dimly in the old man's eyes.
On a patio porch in a plastic chair
Close beside him his dog lay there.
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It is a dark and foreboding night.
The moon has run and hid its light
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Night Terrors
Whippoorwill calls in the swamp at night,
Lonely soul, flies it's fluttering flight.
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Little Baby, Little Toy,
Daddy's Darling, Momma's Joy.
Sleeping Quietly, Angel Eyes,
Never Laughing, Never Cries.
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The Chattahoochee River is muddy and deep,
Rolls restless in her bed, and never sleeps.
She churns, whirls, and sometimes creeps,
But the Chattahoochee River never sleeps.
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Grandpa was apt to play when Grandma was away.
She went to Florida with her siblings for to stay.
Grandpa shined his boots and donned a new white shirt.
He slicked down his hair and made sure his hat was square.
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Willie Walker Biography
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 in the red clay country of Coffee County, Alabama. Winner of several awards for short stories and national contests. Published poems and short stories in several anthologies and history books. At age 72 lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee.)
The Best Poem Of Willie Walker
Remembering Childhood
The setting sun in the winter skies
Reflected dimly in the old man's eyes.
On a patio porch in a plastic chair
Close beside him his dog lay there.
Near a busy street in a bustling town
His life was lived and now ran down.
But for the dog, the man was alone
With his memories of days long gone.
Visions of childhood danced in his head
Bittersweet memories of friends long dead,
A time when living was near pure joy
For the forming mind of a good little boy.
When colors were bright and everything new
And the wide day sky always seemed so blue.
When people were always good and kind
And true loving hearts ruled every mind.
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3/12/2026 8:07:13 AM # 1.0.0
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