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A word,
absurd,
not today,
for using
the word
will get in
the way
of believing,
Lifes good,
continuing to stay,
where love's
inner meaning
protects you,
through the
arduous day.

Oh mighty Lord,
in heaven
on high,
would you help
me, please.
to learn
how to fly.
I will be good
and continue to try,
forever until I die.

When will we learn
not everyone is nice?
When will we learn,
to heed good advice?

Listen to others who,
know more than you.
Evaluate other sources
is smart to do.

Compile all data you
have heard and read.
You will have your answer,
Twill be in your head.

Work not today,
time to play a new song.
String out your words,
while gathering along
life's beautiful days,
before they're over and gone.

Today of all days,
I want to stay home,
for I no longer desire
to be left alone.

I was asked who I was by my wife of 65 years
as Alzheimer claims more of my beloved wife's memory.
There is no correlation to time. None.
I apologize for getting personal but
knowing I am not the only one who
is dealing with this terrible disease,
I want you to know, it is hard, but
you can still maintain a loving
relationship by being patient, caring
to your loved one.
Strength to you all.

" I don't love my husband"
but " I saw you and like you."
I am her husband of 65 years,
I'm OK with her not knowing
my name for she professes
her love to me continually.

Wind gusts,
slid off the trees,
sending air in streams,
moving fallen leaves.

Down the river,
without a boat.
Beware the rocks,
to stay afloat.
Fun were the days,
swimming until dark,
out for adventure,
not for a lark.

Wide were the fields of
golden wheats golden heads.
This was the time for
wheat harvest of grain for bread.

The slight growl of the combine
as it made its way, to
harvesting the grain,
was the task for the day.

Cut a wide swath, only the head,
leaving the straw stem standing.
Loading the trucks, grain the load,
then to the grain elevator
away down the road.

"Stand tall in the saddle",
someone once spoke.
I didn't understand,
thinking it was a joke.
Up on the horse,
a saddled-up mare,
on a cattle drive,
I was now aware.
A freshman in high school,
now on the trail
of moving these cows
to the corral jail.
I was a novice
to this kind of work,
but the horses made
sure, I didn't look like a jerk.

Tell me, please tell me your name.
I do not like playing this game.
Asking questions, hearing "I don't know"
makes me sorry. May I go?
Words in my mind, thinking of thee,
my love for you, may never be.