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I heard the sound of shrill agony
When a young Crow, fell from a tree.
A young Crow, when on the ground,
Will perish soon, as predators abound.
Give it water to make it strong
And before you know, it is gone.

My feet slide through the dry needles,
Lying on the forest floor.
My destination is a pond or lake,
Just that, nothing more.
I search the trees, that lie ahead
And I see a eagle, soar.
The love I have for this great land,
Is all our land and much more.
Protect this land from those abusers
Or the land will be gone forever more.

Wind and rain
Blowing sideways
I'm wet

My Mother told me; young was I
To be respectful of others and to try
Being polite, when spoken to,
And when leaving, say adieu.
Open the doors for others,
Especially women or expecting Mothers.
Give up my seat, when on a bus,
To any female and not to cuss.
Walk on the outside of the walk
And to be sure and listen, not to talk.
Thank you, Mom for what you taught me.
I learned a fine lesson, thanks to thee.

When you are ill
And care no more,
For that sound
Of a closing door.
Many friends, are gone
Not here, anymore.
Our children now,
Do ask and implore,
To reduce the amount
Of earthly goods,
As we prepare to
Downsize, where we live.
The chores that
I did with ease,
Are harder now
And hurt my knees.

Wind blowing, through all the trees.
Shaking dead branches to the ground.
It is not a sound that will please,
As the Widow Makers do abound.

Note. A widow maker was a large branch that could fall from a tree and
severely hurt a person on the ground. In the old days, it was a logger.

The small mouse, sits under the tree,
Looking for something to eat, once again.
Keep you eyes open, as you scurry about,
For danger exists in the air above
And all over the wet, soggy ground.
An Owl will see your movement, or not
Or a Fox will track you down.
So, stay close to the shelter you're in
And don't become a meal for them.

Rain falling
Ground muddily wet
Rubber boots

It's not OK, that on this night,
I sleep for an hour, no more.
My brain is fried yet keeps
Spewing words until my ears roar.
Writing more nonsense about,
A door or words
Sleeping on the floor.
What's next, I ask
On bended knee,
As I wrestle with my sanity.
Please let me
Get some sleep,
Or this will soon
Be the end of me.

You said to me,
I said to you,
That life can be,
So untrue.
Not the way we
Meant it to be.
Harmony will soon
Be the newest tune.
Run from here,
If you still can,
For here he comes,
The Flim Flam Man.

The wind swirls around my neck,
As I walk, in the early dawn.
The coffee that I drank
Is not keeping me warm.
Pulling my hoody over my head;
Tying the string, under my chin,
Will curb the outside chill,
But not the chill within.
The fear, I feel, is by my side,
Every night and every day.
All I can do now, is to pray
To God, that the disease will go away.
I know it won't but I must try
And I must not let her see me cry.

My heart is broken.
Split in two,
When I realize,
I'm losing you.
You've lost your memory,
I did too,
While losing our history,
What to do?
There is a theory,
Told to who?
About regaining reverie,
That's not true.