Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
With thinning hair,
Standing in your humility.
And your angry stare,
Encumbered by it's futility.
Does your mind, No longer care
And rush towards your senility?
Some people, wither and die,
A little, every day.
Not because of hunger,
Or lack of care.
You can love a person,
Too much and force them,
Away from you.
Love, in great doses,
Can suffocate the soul.
The frozen rain, angles in,
Stinging, unprotected skin,
Driven by relentless wind,
Running, slipping and falling down.
Where once was ground,
Is only mud and standing water.
The noise from parents, coaches
And their friends,
Win or lose, the parents are upset,
The children are just cold and wet.
Very nice and true
Open up your mind
And let the thoughts,
Run out, onto paper.
Quit trying to place obstacles,
In their path.
Words will spill from your brain,
Like so much water,
Dumped from a bucket.
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
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.
Chocolate dream, up in the sky,
Or chocolate in the chocolate pie,
You say you love me,
I wonder why?
Do you tease me,
Or in your way,
Will it be another day,
That goes by,
With me wondering?
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.