October 24, 2017



Yes, ole Harvey left his marks.
Tried to tear up all our parks.
Closed down all the City Schools.
Make our kids grow up like fools.

If that wasn't bout enough,
he tried to ruin all our stuff.
Roofs and windows chairs & doors,
after that it was our floors.

Trees fell down like falling leaves,
ripping holes in roofs & eaves.
Once the damage was all done
now the big work has begun.

Piles of trash & trees grew tall,
More than all the trucks could haul.
Folks now came from far & near
bringing food & needed cheer.

Eat stands appeared. "We're here to ease
the load you have with all that's come.
With ham or cheese, or chicken fried to feed & please."
"No charge ,my friend, the cookies too, take some!"

How can we pray through all of this?
Why not? Are prayers just good when all is bliss?
Now is the hour to talk with Him
And read His Word, or sing a hymn.

"Tho' the storms of life are raging, Stand by me. "

October 3, 2017



Trees are sprouting leaves quite green
Nothing like this ever seen
In heat of summer or early Fall
We simply cannot grasp it all.

If that were not enough...our roofs!
They're now a shiny, brilliant BLUE!

From modest cottage to rich estate,
Electronic entrance or garden gate
All the same our common hue
Upon each roof is deep sea blue.

There is a catch to this new scheme
A tarp is stretched and tied in place
For water has now seeped through space
To bring disaster down below
From dining room to patio

It seems we've found a common thread
From those of means to humble bed
Is in the cover overhead
A tarp of blue. What's now ahead?

Dale. Pogue. October three
Somewhere in this century.

September 12, 2017


Rockport, Texas - September 12, 2017

We are doing okay with a degree of normalcy in an abnormal setting. The house my sister has made available is such a blessing.

HEB had tomatoes yesterday.

You may not know but Rockport has a hummingbird festival each September.This year it is canceled.No one notified the migrating hummers so they are here searching for the usual flowers Rockport furnishes. So what do you do as a hummer with a brain tinier than a pea? You use it! Let me tell you about the neatest scene I have seen for a long time: I saw one yesterday morning at HEB. He had waited for a door to open then flew in and went promptly to the floral section and was enjoying a feast! So what is your problem? Or mine?


..Dale Pogue

August 18, 2017


1937oldswest1.jpgThere were seven of us. Traveling with us were the Crutchers. They had a baby. It was war time and gasoline was rationed. A trip like this had to be planned far ahead to have enough gas stamps to get us to our goal. The men were both too old for drafting so they were going to work in a defense plant. We were in a 1937 Oldsmobile. A water bag hung from the front bumper and a carrier with suction cups was stuck on top. Our load was Everett, Beulah, Dorcie,(17) Velda (15) Dale (11) Betty (7) and Powell (5). None of us had been more than 75 miles from Fort Smith. This was our great adventure on highway 66! There was no air conditioning in cars.


At the border of California we were checked for fruit and vegetables. We had none of those. A short time later we saw for the first time orange groves! Hundreds and hundreds of trees with fruit. There were orange stands where they sold all-you-can-drink orange juice for like a nickel or dime. We located near El Monte, in a small town called Bassett. The first night we slept in a clean but smelly chicken house. It was better than the car! A tiny tremor shook the building some time that night to let us know this was California!

A word about school. Dorcie was a senior at El Monte High School. Velda was a sophomore.I was a sixth grader and Betty a second grader. Powell was too young for school. Instead of three grades in one room we had a single room that was large and crowded, and had a lot of kids we could not understand. Some were scary. The sixth grade boys had some pachucos among them, (which were what we know today as gang members.) We quickly learned to stay clear of them.While the teacher was out of the class one threw a knife he had in his black boots from the back of the class to the blackboard. It stuck! He sauntered up and jerked it loose then gave us a terrifying grin that contained a clear message. I did not like being in California! I would climb a tree in our yard and sing loudly, "Arkansas!". In our one year plus in this foreign land I made a single friend. He was Jack Smith.( Probably an alias.).

Daddy worked for Lyon Van and Storage packing Norden bombsites for planes. He later got a job with Southern Pacific as a switchman. The train would make a run to and from Los Angeles to the Mexican border at Yuma, AZ. It was a tough run but it led to a career my Dad would follow to retirement in Fort Smith.

1937oldseast1.jpgEveryone was as miserable as me, so it was decided to pack up and head home. We located in north Arkansas in a tiny feed town called Centerton.It was about 15 miles from a small town called Bentonville! Ever heard of that place? I hadn't either. No WalMart existed except in the dreams of Mr. Sam.

We tried to raise chickens while Daddy spent the week working in Fort Smith. When he found us a place to live we moved there happily.

So much more I cannot tell. I will say TWO CHURCHES ministered to us. One in California where we found other Arkies and Okies seeking fellowship and a touch of home. The second church was in Centerton. They had a bus that would pick us up Sunday mornings and evenings. We got a bit of smoke from the exhaust so the windows were kept open even in winter! I found out just how important churches can be for folks looking for fellowship and love. I walked each Monday evening to the Methodist Church in Centerton for scout meeting. That was very special. It was a mile or so walk home. Few rides existed then.

How I ever got into ministry I do not know, except that was what God wanted me to do. Glad I did, though it was hard at times for me and for our kids. Churches didn't pay much back then, so we were never tempted by "filthy lucre".

In the song, "A Child Of The King" I used to sing, "A tent or a cottage, why should I care? They're building a palace for me over there. Though exiled from "home" (heaven) yet still I can sing, All glory to God, i'm a child of the King"


To be in the Fourth Grade with sixth graders in the same room was a big deal!.....but only for FOURTH GRADERS. Some sixth grade boys, in the country, were already smoking. Some of them "cussed" and that really bothered me. I figured they hadn't heard the things I had about "cussin". I still don't like it. They wanted to play games where we fourth graders were victims. . One recess game was marbles we called it "doodgies." (Hope that isn't a bad word) There were two marble games played. One was a bit like golf where nine holes were dug. After a marble had gone in the nine holes he was "poison" and got any marble he hit. No one could hurt him except another poison player. A second marble game was one where a circle was drawn. Opening shots were taken from the outside ring. Any marble knocked outside the circle went to the shooter.


Keeping those marbles was against school rules. No one enforced the rule. Marbles were usually kept in a Bull Durham sack. The big guys would get some "victims" on the merry-go-round and push them. Not for fun, but to try to see how many they could sling off the machine. It didn't take long to by-pass that. We played the usual outside games that still exist, drop the handkerchief, tag, and dodge ball, among others.

Those years in fourth and fifth grades were the best learning years of my life. I love to read and the library was in our class room. I read all the "Tom Swift" books in the library.

I remember well one summer at Cavanaugh a young woman came to help bring out our artistic abilities.She was not from the school so we didn't respond to her well. She gave me a part to memorize and quote to the audience when they came...(and they did come) . That night came far too quickly. and my part was not memorized well enough to do. She kept sayig, "I will prompt you". That did not calm my nerves. When my turn came I walked on stage with a fright beyond belief. My mind went totally blank. I could hear words being whispered off-stage but they sounded like something from another poem.. This was not working! I had to get out of this mess. I let the room get quiet, then looked out at all those "foreign faces" and said rather dramatically. "I am sorry folks, I have forgot my part.". Then I gave a sweeping bow and hurried off the stage. I got a great ovation for that. It helped ease my suicidal thoughts. I decided then I would never again perform on a stage. Little did I know that in years ahead I would have the lead role in "Life With Father" in Fort Smith High School, (second largest school in Arkansas.) This would become part of my college major.(Speech and drama). One last story tomorrow and I will tell no more.....to be continued.

August 16, 2017


We were the closest house to Cavanaugh School. A small brick wall and gravel road separated us The playground consisted of a merrry-go-round, slide, set of swings, monkey bars, sidewalk to roller skate on (in summer only), and some good climbing trees. This meant we Pogue kids had our own summer playground.

On that first day of school in August the rules changed for us. Now we shared a campus at recess with grades 1-12 located in that big, brick four-room school house. Grades 7-12 had the second floor. There was a stage at one end. When we had an assembly, which was rare we would all go up the stairs to where the "big kids" went to school. We weren't allowed up there. The restrooms were at the back of the school ground, beyond the basketball court (dirt) . A kitchen was also out there.An iron fire escape hung on one end of the building. I hoped someone knew how to open the steps. Of course, it was only for the second floor. A school bell hung in the middle of the building in a small tower. The rope ran to ground level. It could be heard for a long way.

On the first day of school I was nervous. I knew my room was nearest our house That room would have the first, second, third grades sitting in their assigned rows and seats. There was an old hole in the desk for an ink-well of earlier years. A slot for pencils in the front- middle. A pencil sharpener was at the front of the room near the teacher's desk. A blackboard covered most the front wall. Flags were in both front corners. There was a flag pole out front. The flag was raised each morning.

In a bottom drawer of her desk, (we were told) , was the feared paddle. Not a hickory stick of olden days but much more lethal. I had heard it had holes drilled in it to make it more painful. I had also been told to put a book in the seat of my overalls before I got a "whippin'". It would give protection, if the teacher didn't notice. If she did it would be double licks! I didn't have to deal with those issues my first three years..Fourth-fifth-and sixth would be a different story.

An awful thing happened about the fourth grade. Some folks talked my daddy into running for the school board. He got elected. No one ran against him. Now they would know everything I did at school. The few teachers were all friends of Mother and Daddy. I didn't have a fair chance.....to be continued.....

August 15, 2017


eclipse1.jpgThis rather pointed question is found in a booklet that accompanied my purchase of a pair of "solar viewing glasses". I paid $1.00 for a second pair for Ann. In case you haven't heard about the coming SOLAR ECLIPSE you will, unless you live in a cave or monastery. It is coming Monday, August 21. The time will depend on your location. What you will see also depends on your location. It will NOT be viewed 100% anywhere In Texas. The swath of total eclipse is only about seventy miles wide and extends from the area of Salem, Oregon to Charleston, South Carolina. Those in Texas will have to cross at least one other state to see this phenomenom at 100%. We have to be in San Antonio for two doctor's appointments plus a birthday party so will drive out I 10 to Boerne. Our viewing there will be 70%, or just a wee bit more than you will have in Rockport..

The full event is from 2 to 2 1/2 minutes. A friend of ours has plans to drive to Missouri for the 100% view.If you miss this one you will have to wait 375 years if you choose to stay in the same location where you are Monday.

The brochure says: "Where will you be for the greatest phenomenon of your lifetime?!?!?!"
It goes on to say: "Be prepared for one of the greatest events of the century...." I would accept nearly all of that statement from a Biblical view. (I would only drop the word ONE to say "The greatest event of any century."

Paul In First Corinthians spent some time on a similiar event. Not an eclipse but a grand climax. A wrapping up of history and beginning of eternity, See how this sounds:


That, dear readers, will top every eclipse ever seen. It will be faster than any of them. Blink your eye. It will be that fast! For Believers it will be THE greatest phenomenon!! For the unbeliever it will be the greatest tragedy, for when this happens it will simply be TOO LATE!

We are being "warned" of the coming eclipse. Two minutes in the total solar eclipse and it is over. We have photos and life goes on. For the Biblical event...it covers the rest of eternity....good and tragic. Where will you view that day or night? What will be your preparation for it? It will take a lot more than $1.00 sun glasses. Think abou it. Both events are GOING to happen!

August 9, 2017


glen-campbell-guitarist.jpgHis birthplace is usually listed as Delight, Arkansas. Actually, he was born in the country. Delight was the closest little town. His was from a really big family. His daddy was a sharecropper. Folks in those settings wanted to have a lot of healthy children so they could work at pickin' cotton when they were old enough to drag a sack. No child labor laws back then.. The pick'in was done by hand, dragging a cotton sack. His one great love was a guitar. He got one at the age of four. When he got good enough he started to sing and play. His church was his outlet for his music, as was the case for a lot of past musicians. He went on to become a top artist in the sixties and seventies. You can read about his ups and downs somewhere else. I simply want to honor a man ,with words, who sang my kind of music with a good old-fashioned Arkansas sound. His life ended at 81 with Alzheimer's being the culprit. I hope a battle is not now beginning over the vast estate he must have accumulated. That is so often the case. I won't bother to read about all that but simply remember the plaintive melodies of "By The Time I Get To Phoenix", "Wichita Lineman" and many many more. I hope in those days when he sang in a country church that someone turned his heart to the Lord for salvation. I kinda think that happened. Those country churches were good at that. One showed me the way to Jesus one August in Cavanaugh, Arkansas, and I was baptized in a muddy pond. It took!

August 7, 2017


If you have ever attempted to play tennis you know it is a game not easily mastered. Many things push their way into a game. Serve, return, lob, attitude; all enter. The opponent makes a difference. Practice certainly does. Those who achieve greatness in the game are few and far between. The greatest men's player at this present time is Roger Federer. August 8 is his birthday. He will be 36, I believe.Born in 1981.

Roger-Federer275.jpgRoger is from Switzerland. He began playing the game when he was 8. Six years later he was the Junior Singles Champion at Wimbledon. He has gone on to win EIGHT Wimbledon titles among the men. He has won 19 grand slams. His championships go on and on when you look at the computer statistics. He is an incredible performer. I know nothing of his personal life. It would be obvious he is self disciplined to still be at the top at 36.

Two things interested me as I read about him. The first is that his fellow pros have voted him the Stefan Edberg Sportsmanship award several times. Sportsmanship has been hard to come by in past years among our own great men's players. He proves one can be a sportsman and also win.

The second is that he chose Wilson as the company he would work with in making rackets and equipment bearing his name, and he is still with them! With the big money offered in that area it is special when loyalty to one company comes through. It has paid off for him. Wilson has most every kind of racket bearing the name Federer. From beginner to pro where a racket costs $100's of dollars. Wilson uses the expertise and loyalty of Roger Federer.

What inspired me to write about this Swiss athlete. Well, I must confess it is not that his birthday is August 8. I didn't know that until I began writing this BLOG and looked to see how old he is. Why then did I choose to write about him? Don't laugh! Well, go ahead if you wish. It is kinda funny. Saturday afternoon Ann and I wandered in to Castaways. It was almost closing time. We did our separate thing. In that process I found a tennis racket. It looked like new! No scars or wear at all. The name Federer was prominent as was the name Wilson. Since Emily our grand made it to state last year in doubles I thought of her." This might be a really good racket." I looked at the price. It was $4.00! I looked again. Surely it is $40.00! No, the $4.00 was good. She hasn't seen it yet. Wouldn't it be funny if she could go to state again this year swinging her $4.00 Federer?

Hey folks, it's Monday. What do you expect from an old guy? Have a great week.

August 4, 2017


Reading this morning earlier from The Gospel of John I was impressed with the forcefulness Jesus used in speaking to his hearers in John 8. It angered some but others heard and responded; "Even as He spoke many put their faith in Him" (8:30) As we know, the Lord often taught with parables. On this day, however, he "took the gloves off" and said clearly what he wanted his listeners to hear. In that He exposed to them the true colors of what the Devil is.

Jesus told these folks He would only be with them for a short time. That was presenting the urgency of his message. Speculation, however, caused many to miss the point. Some would later,perhaps, be involved in his death.

In exposing the Devil to them He minced no words. Read them: " If God were your Father, you would love me, for I came from God and now am here. I have not come on my own, but He sent me. Why is my language not clear to you? Because you are unable to hear what I say. You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father's desire. He was a murderer from the beginning not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. WHEN HE LIES HE SPEAKS HIS NATIVE LANGUAGE, for he is a liar and the father of liars".


So the native language of the Devil is any one he chooses to use. His native language is spoken daily by those who willingly or ignorantly follow him. I am amazed and disgusted at how the usage of words that are unacceptable are commonly heard most everywhere today. The use of God's Holy name is abused by young and old, those of places of influence and honor. There is no honor, however, when His Name is taken in a curse word.

We know what his native language is. What is ours?