Shannon Thomas Casebeer

October 2018

What's new?


Available now on Amazon

At the following link:  


Many books are intended to provide escape through a long, convoluted plot, which is fully appreciated only at the conclusion. This is not that kind of book. WALK WITH ME is an invitation to escape with me to another place and time. As the title suggests, this little primer is intended merely as a pleasant stroll. It’s one and only purpose is to provide a pleasant diversion, a few steps at a time, anytime, and often. Share it with others who might benefit from a good leg stretching.    

My story, although autobiographical to some extent, is a fictional parable about youth, innocence, faith, heritage, nostalgia, and growing old. It contains humor, bitter sweet reminiscences, and glimpses of a distant day when life seemed simple, summer was perennial, and childlike faith assured tomorrows joys. 

This is probably a perfect time to once again share my testimony. I'm a proud American and an unapologetic follower of Christ.  I believe in doing justly, loving mercy, and walking humbly with my God, And I respect the rights of others to walk with theirs. I'm blessed to be a citizen of a country that cherishes and upholds the principles of liberty and justice for all. We cherish our diversity, and its our diversity that keeps America strong. As a follower of Christ, I'm not called to force others to conform to my view of morality. I'm called to walk the path I'm given, in the light I'm given, and to share that light with those who choose to share it.  If you glimpse in any of my humble and imperfect efforts the reflection of a merciful and compassionate savior, and follow Christ as a result, I'm gratified.  If not, that's my shortcoming, not yours.  SC    



Her stripes were worn and faded,

Her fabric torn and frayed.

Tattered stars hung loosely now,

Weakened by old battles and decayed.


Still, she hung with dignity,

Despite her ragged state.

Her very fabric promised hope,

Although the hour was late.


Just then, as dawn was breaking,

A rustling in the trees,

A disturbance in the morning mist

And a cool, refreshing of breeze.


The flash of nearby lightening,

Pulses quickened by the thrill,

While meadows shook with thunder

And a deluge took the hill.


With that, Old Glory caught the wind,

Unfurled, as if to march.

Despite the hail that tore her hems,

She took the field and stretched out stiff as starch.


And those who saw this marveled,

And recalled old glory’s youth.

And hearts swelled near to bursting,

Quickened by old loyalties and truth.


And every soul saluted,

While new hope replaced old fears,

And each heart pledged allegiance,

And sealed their pledge with gratitude and tears.



On My Blog:

Also Contains selections of my poetry, excerpts from my novel, 

and snapshots of my latest adventures. 

See other books at the following links:




photos from TSC

Jan 22, 2017

-See Shannon Casebeer on 

Click link below for my Facebook Wall photos, including previously posted poems, excerpts from my historical novel, and pretentious ramblings by yours truly.!/album.php?fbid=199571646724915&id=100000162448410&aid=63858

-Click on my PHOTO pages icon to the left, and you'll find nostalgic slide shows 

of old & current family photos. 

-Click on Other written work, under the Ozark Breezes section, and you will find 

selections from my early poetry and a personal commentary.

-click on Short Stories for my brief autobiography 

and my narrative of the life and times of my great grandfather, 

Calvin Casebeer, during the Civil War.

If you're interested in my genealogy pages,

Please begin by clicking on the Genealogy heading below.

Hey!  Wait up!