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I saw a man,
All withered and bent,
With limbs atwist
And fingers clenched,
Into claws of flesh.
I wondered if,
When he was young,
His bones grew straight
And strong,
Or if he walked erect,
With non curved spine?
Were the steps he took,
Both long and quick
And were his fingers supple?
I then further, wondered,
If on some future date,
I would also share his fate
And destiny, by becoming he.

Softly, so very softly,
The sound of music,
Fills the air.
Coming from a distant hilltop,
Echoing, through the Maple trees.
I sit, and hear the laughter,
In the sound of many voices,
Bouncing from the clouds above,
Signaling Springs, eternal love.

Out of the west last night it came,
Filled with warmth and a little rain,
And on it's crest, as it swept by,
The noises rode on the wind up high.
The doors were pounded by a spirit hand
Asking admittance, with stern demand.
But in the morning, what did we see?
The snow had vanished from field and tree.

This was written by my Grandmother, Eva Fischer, a Pioneer woman,
born in Palouse City, Washington Territory. She was truly an inspiration
for me in developing an interest in verse.

I have thought of past and present
And of things, that couldn't be.
Of horses, snakes and elephants,
Underneath a Eucalyptus tree.
But most of all, I have thoughts
Of you and me.

I dreamt I was important
And when I awoke,
I found that I was
Important, to someone like:
People who love you,
For the way you are,
Less than perfect.

Pleasure comes in many
Forms:
Watching children playing,
Hearing girls, laughing,
The smell of fresh
Bread baking or
Touching someone,
You love.

We play word games,
You and I.
We talk in riddles.
Trying to explain, is
Hard to do.
It strains the brain.
Justifying a need, can
Be rationalized,
To the point, where
Anything is possible.
Personal fulfillment is
Elusive and differs
With individuals.
Involvement, with people
Must be mutual.

Lay, beside me,
Press the warmth
Of your belly,
To my back.
I feel the heat,
Of your body,
While, the cold
Of your feet,
Chills me.

We're all lovers, everyone.
Every man and fathers son.
So be aware, on the streets,
As we'll get you between the sheets.

Surround me, with you're
Warm cocoon of love.
Weave the threads of happiness,
Tightly, from up above.
Layer upon layer of threads,
Tells me, I am in love.

Wondrous moments,
Cover my soul,
With warmth from
Your thoughts
And words.
Lucky am I,
To be close to you,
During this time
Of our life.

Whispers, in the night,
Come from corners of darkness.
Words, softly said,
To a friendly ear,
Draws you closer.
And now you hear,
The words, I love you,
Said, on blankets,
On the grass,
By those, whose presence,
Will soon pass,
Into nothingness.

I love a woman,
While loving many.
Seeking solitude,
I search for people.
Seldom do
And seldom don't.
Pleasure runs away,
Yet I seek pleasure.