In another time,
so long ago,
we went to the movies.
Never went to the show.
The problem with movies;
there is no chance for romance.
So you drove to the Grange,
where people would dance.
There was "Square Dancing"
you moved around in a circle,
with a twirl or dosey do.
Off you would dance, not slow.
Later, the music scene, change it did,
when you could dance face
to face; "oh you kid."
A waltz, a two step, a Varsouviana.
You would have a young lady, by the hand.
Then new music burst onto the scene;
It was Rock and Roll. And then the King
Elvis Presley, Roy Orbison and
became the latest thing.

Should I worrry
When she says,
"I have to go to
The bathroom" and
Then says, "Where
Is it?"
Should I worry?

The words arise,
the words do come,
telling the story
of the Midnight Sun.
I know not what,
these words now mean,
for they make no sense
to this old Sage,
to write or expound;
Please turn the page.

No more the morning,
No more the night,
No more the morrow,
No more tonight,
No more the day,
No more the sight,
No more to say,
No more to sleep tight.

You are now like a child,
not the one I wed.
As we approach the evening,
getting you ready for bed.
You like to show me
the things you can do,
like a small child and I
say, "I am proud of you."

Speak to me
my Angel of love.
Guide me through
life's treacherous path.
I see your name,
and my heart melts;
the blood runs hot,
like nothing else.
Beats the heart rhythm,
deep in my chest
as your look of love
will do all the rest.

The grey-blue
of the VW van,
shows primer spots,
with a little paint.
The metallic side,
is smooth; plain
with paint removed.
A great find today,
as a new ride may be
on its way. Hooray!

The compact sand,
cold and wet
showing small nooks,
where eddies pool.
The water cold,
a lap of wave,
flattens the sand,
as far as
you can see.
The effects of
a Winter storm
of the cold, cold
water of the Pacific Sea.

The Willow tree,
a shelter now.
Is thick with limbs,
branches tangled,
leaves a shamble.
The covering cloak,
blocks wind and rain;
a great place to hide,
when as a child,
we ran and played
amongst the trees.
Bring back the time
when it was quiet,
serene and love
was in flight.

The bed
squeaks,
as I rise.
Noisily,
for its size.
Quietly
I go down
the stairs,
Suddenly,
there she is.