Clench your fist,
grind your teeth.
Be respectful to others,
will avoid your defeat.
Stand your ground.
Don't get in the way
and you will show progress,
perhaps on this day.

Have you ever walked in the rain,
with your clothes all soaked, once again?
The wetness of wool, can keep you warm,
unless it irritates your skin, causing harm.

Into the wild
goes a creature.
You are an exotic,
beautiful, rising star.
Be safe, my friend,
still be who you are,
a loyal human,
destined to go far.

Rubbing of limbs,
branches and twigs.
A rustling noise, of
leaves on the ground.
Not a dry prattle
but a more subdued sound.
Creaking of trunks,
Hemlock, Maple and Fir,
the start of a storm,
shaken needles from
Fir and Pine.
Falling rain, blown
by a strong breeze,
cold to the touch,
noses, ears and chin.
A Winter storm has
graced us again.

Tumbling of water
across rock and soil,
like a tea kettle
beginning to boil.
Carving a course,
willing to prevail,
making a new way,
for a water trail.

The beauty
of words,
they spread
across page,
enlightning life,
knowing how
to read.
The sound
or noise,
when spoken
out loud.
Difference makers,
rich life,
unique words.
Turn words
to music,
we develop
a useful
life, ours
and paint
word pictures,
for hour,
after hour.

When you free wheel your words
like you did, in your verse,
you leave room for failure
and for the adverse
reaction of others like you
who have little talent,
knowing not what to do.

My mind is dry,
it thirsts for words.
I hear a sigh,
Isn't that absurd?
Your mind won't
quench this thirst
but you can try
something else first.
Try fertilizing your brain
with words abstract
and you will miss the train
as that is a matter of fact.

I can't say I loved it
when, this morning
you said to me,
"Who are you,
where do you live?"
This was the first morning
you didn't know what to do.
Did not know anything about
dressing your self.

My first Christmas way from home,
was in San Diego. I was in the US Navy,
having just turned 20 years old.
I do not recall the specifics, but
I probably "messed" (ate) on board ship,
with my new friends and then to San Diego.
Taking a water taxi ride to the foot of Broadway.
Seeing a movie. I'm sure I called my
family back at the old residence.

Far across a path,
this wide,
there was room for me,
by your side.
The troubles we've had,
these past years,
makes our bond stronger,
when we're near,
to each other, within sight,
allowing us to support,
ourselves, in the darkest night.
Stay strong my darling,
you'll always be,
alongside of me, on the
long path to eternity.

Rip out my heart,
from this aging chest.
Removing all the love,
left in this frail shell,
of living a life
in Dementia's miserable Hell.