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A Goat, with big horns,
came into our yard.
It was a Male of
a questionable kind,
that was remarkable
with his reddish, black coat
with a luxurious shine.
Whence is your journey?
I asked of he.
I'm off to the City
where I'll soon live free,
to eat Blackberry vines
as my daily fare
While looking for others
with the same beautiful hair.

Frost again,
Sunny but cold.
This kind of weather
has gotten quite old.

I hate to say this.
This leadership spell,
is your responsibility
and you wear it not well.

I sat on the hillside
with the Valley below,
checking the tree line,
whence the wind did blow.
I was downwind,
wind blowing towards me,
as I watched for movement,
within the shadows of trees.
I felt a quiver,
in the back of my knees;
was this the one
I had been waiting for?
Or just the wind playing tricks
with the limbs and shadows, for kicks.
The wind shifted on me
and was now at my back
as a huge Deer
with a big rack,
thundered away, like dust in the breeze
immediately after, I let out a sneeze.
It's alright I yelled at the Deer,
I'll be looking for you again,
Next year.

Across this country, past the Great Divide,
through fields of grain, along the side
of rivers running high and wide,
we must fight a virus threatening life
of every parent's child, husband and wife.
Stay inside away from the shrinking crowd;
pray to Heaven, quietly or out loud.
Pray our government will come through for us,
pray for all, In God We Trust.

Alone am I now
but then I see
there is someone
here, living with me.
She has no memory
of this life we lived.
A mind that now
without thoughts to give.

You're like a child
who is being trained.
The problem is when
your lessons aren't retained.
I love you for what you are
the best thing for me, by far.

I remember lessons
from my old man;
When using a Crescent wrench,
use the palm of your hand,
for when the wrench slips
as it often will do,
you spare barking your knuckles.
Which I have done quite a few
times in this long life.

Alone on a hillside on a Fall day,
hoping a deer might come my way.
I sat with my back to a large tree,
when the Sun rose, shining on me.
I struggled hard to stay awake
but not on this day, a nap I did take.
I'm not sure of just how
long I slept by that big tree.
When I awoke an animal was looking at me.
Rubbing my eyes, using the back of my hand,
thinking, at last it was the promised land.
No such luck and I'm unsure of how;
I was looking into the eyes of dairy cow.

Will you stay with me,
on this darkest day?
If you do, then we'll
lose our troubles far away.

A silver pathway to the stars,
be sure to turn left at Venus and Mars.
Travel this path, which is very long,
humming "Stairway to Heaven", a song.
A dream is the only place to try
flying through the bluest of sky.
I finally awake on this beautiful morn,
going back to the day I was born.
Remember that place? No, not at all,
but was told it was a table out in the hall.
No doctor present none you could see;
it was a midwife that delivered me.

Please let me be.
Leave me alone.
Don't come to visit.
Don't even phone.
I choose not to talk
But be by myself,
A loner I am,
So I was told,
From the days of my youth
even now that I'm old.