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I was a Cur and lived on the street.
Running and hiding, I'd make my retreat.
Eating when hungry was a sweet luxury
But more often than not, it wasn't me.
My ribs pushed through my aged skin,
I didn't realize the trouble I was in.
Then one day, out of the blue
I met a person; not someone I knew.
She took me home on that very day,
Giving me a bath; washing the dirt away.
Having a home and loving company
I knew at last, that I was now free.

I had bladder cancer and was treated so,
That in my mind, I was cancer free.
A follow up procedure a week ago,
Found new growth.
Surgery, will soon be here, no hurry.
My Dr. told me not to worry.
This is my second operation, in a year
And I would like this cancer to disappear.
Am I worried? I say probably so,
But I have other things, I must do
To stay here and look after you.

I stare at you and see your face,
Radiate love for one and all.
No matter if they're large or small.
You have a way with the younger set
And compliment Mother's, that we've met.
A nice gesture for you to do,
And the reason why, I love you.

Normally, a Crow is a timid one,
But yesterday, I was on the lawn
And the Crow flew down, 10 feet away,
Starting to pull up tufts of moss,
Searching for a random worm.
I talked to the Crow, it had nothing to say
And flew off, not wanting to stay.

Thinking back to days to days gone by
And of those that I knew then.
Many were friends, some were not.
To reflect on this present day,
Of the friends that have gone away.
Away from life and all it's challenge.
Who am I, to stay here so long?
When many of our close friends are gone?

A right of passage, it was then
To get up early, don your gear,
Get in the car, for dawn is near.
The first day of stream fishing, this year.
We went up the Menashtash Creek, I recall
The water gurgling on rock and stone.
It was quiet, for we were alone.
The ice had formed on the stream edge,
Best fishing then, the first of the season,
No worms or lures, no given reason.
Bait up the hook, cast in the pool,
That was the method and it was cool,
For you as a boy, whose passion to fish,
Was the great fulfillment of his only wish.
Limited out, on this opening day,
Fresh trout on the menu, in early May.

#sunset #kayaking

Sometimes my head is in the cloud.
The noise, that I often hear,
Is me talking to myself, out loud.
Not yours to ponder about what is near,
Just be thankful, your not like me.

This life of ours, that we eschew,
Is not the same as people view.
The importance of the material things,
Like cars, boats, clothes and expensive rings.
Others will find a full life of joy,
When they spend time teaching a girl or boy.
You can see all the love, from within
For others, at life's end or when a love begins.

From whence came I, she said?
I know not of my Mother;
Never have seen, Father mine.
Told he was a wanderer,
Who as a World traveler,
Roamed far and near
Away from me, so you can
Understand of the fear I bear,
For reaching out for another.
Are you sure your not my brother?