Tom Poland

By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net This fiddle’s origin may never be known. Long did Grandad’s fiddle hang on my mother’s living room wall. IContinue Reading

By Tom Poland, A Southern Writer In my youth we had a daily newspaper, The Augusta Chronicle. What we didn’t get every day was localContinue Reading

Grandma’s petunias By Tom Poland – A Southern WriterTomPoland.net Vintage petunias, those flowers my grandma loved, I saw them in youth. As I sort throughContinue Reading

I loved her, lost her, and found her again. By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net I fished many a farm pond as a boy. WhenContinue Reading

The gardenia’s perfume remains as magical as ever. By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net Squall lines, thunder and lighting, and tornadoes signify the changing ofContinue Reading

By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net Late 1950s. May 1. Riding with Dad by a cement block house. White. A few clothes out back onContinue Reading

The split-rail fence, in harmony with the earth. By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net A fence has become more than a way to mark propertyContinue Reading

By Tom Poland, A Southern WriterTomPoland.net Man Will Always Wage War I remember the Vietnam anti-war protests at the University of Georgia. Some group firebombedContinue Reading