About J. Carl Brooksby
As of this writing, I am 82 years old. I didn’t start writing poetry until four or five years ago. (Until then, I guess I just didn’t have it in me.) As you can see, I only write poems about myself. Maybe when I get older, I will be inspired to write some deep philosophical poem to inspire you. At least, as I get more and more health problems I will have more and more poems to write.
Update April 2006: Two of my poems, “Lonesome” and “Gatherin’ Desert Shrimp” are now featured on cowboypoetry.com. Check it out there.
Sharon Wilcox said
My husband and I are friends of Kent and Jan. I was a Relief Society President when Kent was Bishop. We’re the ones who moved to Saudi Arabia and we now live in Washington State. I enjoy reading your poetry. It inspires me to write a little more of my own. So far, mine just goes into birthday cards. Maybe someday I’ll do more with it. I certainly see where Kent got his sense of humor. Keep having fun.
Sharon
Jamie Clark said
Hi, I’ve recently stumbled across your blog, and I really enjoy reading your poetry. Keep up the good work.
No sign of a picnic « The Daily Grumble said
[...] Joke stealing at its very best. Click here. No doubt they (by ‘they’ I mean the thread-starter) stole it from another forum in the first place, so it evens itself out. On a closing note, I urge everyone to check out a wonderful little blog- Old Man Brxb. The writers has many of his own poems published there, and (although I’ve only read a handful so far) they really are pretty special. Go on, take ten minutes out of your day and give them a read. You won’t be disappointed. [...]
Dean said
Please contact me for a premission to use your poem.
Karen Kelly said
I always knew my Uncle Carl was the smartest man in the family, but it took me growing older to appreciate his special talent with poetry. I love this poem because it fits perfectly with the memories I have of playing in Grandma Adeline’s barn. Of course there were a few broken arms because of the swing and not listening to words of warning. I love you and hope to read more of your poetry.