Poet, Essayist, Photographer, Naturalist

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Tom Stock has been involved in the Long Island environmental and outdoor education community for decades.

He has published two books; THE NISSEQUOGUE RIVER: A JOURNEY and HIDDEN AGENDA; A POETRY JOURNEY. He has also published many essays and poems in such journals as the Long Island Forum and The Long Islander.

Indian Grass

When I checked the five pots, is spotted two tiny green shoots. I set the pots in a sunny southern corner of the house. I didn’t follow the instructions (“plant Indian grass seeds from May to June in temperatures around 50 degrees Fahrenheit.”). I put the seeds in October thinking that over the winter they would soften and sprout early. These two little shoots may have defied the natural life cycle of Indian Grass.

The seeds came from the Hempstead Plains, a 19 acre county preserve on the Nassau County Community College campus. I have the distinct honor of being the poet in residence. I spend time there looking for new ideas for poems.

Pat-Med

Medford lives in the shadow
Of its southern neighboring village
Not to mention its’ name
As to further take away from
Its’ already second place status

Let’s change the name to MED-PAT
Give the hamlet its’ due
The blue-collar town
The recycling place
The fix your car place
Nothing wrong with that
Somebody has to do it
We’re the workplace for
Those city folk down there
Sitting in café’s all day

We’re the working class
And that is what we do.
And we proud of it
We got collision shops
Tire places, gas stations, pinstripes,
Engine repair, transmission, stereo
New sales, used sales
You got all that down there?
Your car has problems,
You come to us

‘All The Worlds Problems Can Be Solved In A Garden.”

When attention is given to earth’s soil, all else falls away. With focus away from media-based news, the gardener’s problems become immediate and doable. As March marches on, thoughts turn to seed packets. What to plant, when to plant, how to plant are the the main problems. Who can think about terrorism, murder, movie starlets, business, sports etc. Yes, the weather report maybe, but the weather isn’t a problem to solve. The weather is the weather. “After soil is free of frost” is says on my packet of spinach seeds.

I’ve sifted some compost to dress the beds, raked them smooth. Just looking at a bed ready for seed solves the worlds’ problems. I stake out the spinach rows with marking line and sticks. Thoughts of mature spinach leaves all in a row is akin to peace time all over the world.

Archeology of A Telephone Booth

Hinge yourself into a Bell Telephone booth
Screech the folding door shut
Reach for change

Lay coins on stainless steel shelf
A metal to metal silvery sound
Check the coin return

Pick up receiver and insert coins
Hear them jingle
Then drop into the box

Read taxi ads, graffiti messages, smell urine
Check out the directory with pages ripped out
Phone numbers scratched on plexiglass

The dial tone
Listen to the zip zip zip of the rotary dial
Glance at the person outside
Waiting to make their call

Busy tones and the hang up click
Coins drop into the coin return
Index finger scoop

Hear the siren of a passing police car
Corner of Walnut and Main
Anywhere, USA

You Can See Nature In A Single Pine Cone

You can’t be driving if you want to try this. Yes, if the pine cone was located inside a car, you could. But if so, there will be distractions. The radio, passing scenery, interruptions from passengers, sounds in and outside the car. Some benefit will result. What is it? What can be sensed while driving safely… colors, shapes, touch, light, dark, similarities, differences, patterns, textures. Even sounds when a flap is pressed and released can be heard.

The pine cone is a metaphor for small. There is no horizon or broad vista for a pine cone. You hold it and look at it. Grand nature such as mountains, expanses of water, meadows, and forests are important. And, close up contact is too. Moving life always attracts attention. A pine cone doesn’t move. Yet it can. Take a pine cone with closed flaps, put it in a zip lock bag and place it on the dashboard of a car in sunlight. Heat will cause the flaps to open. Then put some water in the bag and close it. The flaps will slowly close. The is science behind this. The flaps have spring-like tissue inside that respond to heat and humidity. Pitch Pine cones have flaps that are held in place by sticky pitch that vaporized when the heat of a fire surrounds them. The seeds twirl down falling on the ash of freshly burned litter. Using a propane torch, you can heat the cone and watch the flaps pop open.

Town of Babylon Overlook Beach Report – 4/13/16

I intended visiting the Overlook to memorize two poems as part of my own celebration of national poetry month. Mary Oliver’s’ poem: “How I Go To the Woods” and Wendell Berries’ The Peace of Wild Things”.
The Overlook allows us to view Fire Island Inlet, Democrat Point on Fire Island, and the ocean.

I changed my mind right away after parking. I grabbed my camera and decided to explore a dump area. Not knowing what to expect, I wandered with my eye. I stood at the base of a white cell phone tower looking for something interesting. I followed a driveway into a pit and come upon a bunch of tombstones in a scrambled pile. It looked like these tombstones were about be buried. The names were chiseled out but the decorations, dates, epitaphs were still discernible. One marble stone was a 22 year man who was in the Navy. I hopped around on granite and marble wondering why they ended up here. Suddenly I spotted a small lizard scampering along a low, concrete wall. My guess is an Italian Wall Lizard. I attended a lecture sponsored by the Long island Natural Conference at Brookhaven National Laboratory. A professor from Hofstra University has studied them for a decade. They are invaders from Italy taking up residence in Garden City. This is the first time I’ve seen one. This is a perfect habitat for them. It probably migrated here. It basks in bright sunshine during the day the cover of the gravestones at night.

East Creek

On Sampawams Creek, work boats
Known as garveys,
A type of boat with flat decks fore and aft,
Built for clam diggers to stand and work
With long tongs to grab the bay bottom
To hoist and spill the contents
Hard shell clams that clunk the deck
As open tongs release quahogs.
Washed, sorted, baged,
This is real work, hard work, good work
As long as the clams are there

Work Creek, Sampawams Creek now,.
There are only a few clam boats left,
Now mostly fiberglass pleasure boats

Spider Hatch

Late April gardening tasks in the early morning unfold and time slips by. I opened one of the windows of my cold frame to place a starter box with basil seeds. I caught sight of a fuzzy mass of activity in a corner and knelt down for a close look. I was witnessing tiny one- half millimeter brand new spiderlets. Some clung to a tangle of strands in a cluster, some fell on silk threads, most of the two hundred were suspended in a maze of strands. A few were heading away from the rest crawling on strands. I searched for the silken ball where the eggs were laid. After a while, the ones that were crawling away headed back to the others. I could just see theiir forelegs move.

What would become of these tiny creatures? How can they nourish those tiny muscles inside their legs and body? What will they eat?  They hatch and instantly are on their own. I left this small event feeling honored that I had the chance to watch a tiny bit of nature unfold. Two hundred  potentialnew spiders for my garden. There might be hundreds of new webs, and eventually thousands of more spiders.

While I watched, carpenter bees buzzed above my head. Today seems to be a catchup day for nature. The temperature has reached the mid-sixties, just right for spiders to hatch, blossoms of a tulip tree start to push out.

NORTH SHORE WALK – A REPORT

Just east of the Shoreham Nuclear Power Plant, there is a large open space forest that fronts on the Long Island Sound. This forest is an oak-beech-birch climax stage habitat with magnificent rolling topography, views and trails.

Mountain bikers use the trails and maintain them as well. They have placed artificial turf sections in soft spots to prevent erosion. The trails vary from flat to steep.

I was invited by a friend to join him and his friend to take a  hike. I jumped at the chance because I was not familiar with it. I parked on North Country Road at a locked gate of the Brookhaven Town Beach which was closed for the winter. A long, paved road about a mile led to a parking lot overlooking the Sound. We started out at an unmarked trail head.

YES MANIFESTO

YES MANIFESTO

We say yes to a healthy, undisturbed soil ecosystem; yes to moss colonies, green, healthy, taking hold on dead blow downs, and tree boles; yes to mouse ear-sized oak leaflets in mid-May, and their flowers and insects that attract migrating warblers; a yes vote in favor of all trees who live in this bulls-eye of a potential clear cut; yes to the climbers like poison ivy, wild grape and European bittersweet who work toward light and rely on strong trunks; and yes to the struggle, completion and balance of all species who live in this forest; yes to the dark shade of red cedar trees; a big affirmative for those who pass by these trees quietly on foot; and yes as well to the community of human outliers who come here for peace, open air, hearty exercise, and restoration of their spirit; yes even to the ticks, who have their place in the web of life; to turkeys who range here looking for fallen acorns and deer who find foliage along the edges of openings in the tree canopy; and …YES to multiflora rose, with canes of wicked thorns, so cat claw sharp that they can take a hat off and rip skin.

Tom Stock March 30, 2016

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