Who puts a word
like love, into play?
A four-letter word,
meaning, have a great day.

I can't say I love you,
because I'm a married man.
What does that mean?
I don't understand.

When love was young,
my mind was new.
All my thoughts of love,
were about you.

Now I'm an elder,
my mind will stay,
as my thoughts of love,
refuse to go away.

Looking in the mirror,
not sure what I see,
an old, wrinkled face,
looking back at me.

I write one line
of loving words,
my eye moistens.
How absurd.

From all the wants
in the World to see,
it's your lovely smile,
when you look at me.
I love you Ellie

When love is the answer.
What is the question?
Feelings for another,
making you whole, once more.

A fallen tree
across mountain stream,
a someday journey
for a childhood dream.

Long lay the moss,
upon the old tree,
much like a life,
full of misery.

It's hard to remove,
but we must try,
to improve our lot,
when cows fly.

A silly word,
perhaps, one or two,
but who cares anymore,
it's probably not you.

Heavy the heart,
on this sunny day,
my loved one with me,
but her memories, gone away.

Flames erupting, from below.
Smoke billowing chokes the air.
I look around, the barn is burning.
There is fire everywhere.

Volunteer firefighter was I.
A barn, with horses in stalls,
was afire, smoke everyplace.
Moving horses outside, as ember falls.

Fire engine, pump truck, working hard,
pumping water on the flames.
Wooden barn, burning bright.
Hours later, wooden beams and ash remains.

Blazing lights
attacked my eyes.
A cosmic disturbance,
from out the skies.

Colors of red and green,
flashing lights,
as thunder clashed,
late Spring aerial fights.

Not liking this life,
which has come to me,
a hapless journey,
to our destiny.