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I was up in the hills,
hunting for mushrooms.
It was in the Okanogan,
a brushy, sapling covered space,
when I came upon a small,
deserted place. It was surrounded
by trees, some buildings collapsed,
probably a miner, working his mine.
I thought of the stories, of his success
or a failure to find riches
of gold in his mine.
Perhaps the only gold
were the thoughts in his mind.

"What have you written?"
words sometime I hear.
At times when I write,
words just appear,
at the end of my pen,
touching the notebook paper.
Random thoughts, are in the air,
soon I have new writings,
over here, there and everywhere.
My mind is not, as disciplined now,
as I write words, over again,
with no sense of when or how,
as I write for you, my unknown friend.

I See

Posted by MFish Profile 10/14/21 at 10:25PM Life Stories See more by MFish

I see the red of a Rose,
in the lipstick you wore,
bringing color to your face,
surrounded with dark hair.
I recall when I saw you,
it was love at first sight,
or perhaps infatuation,
when I was around you.
What was the attraction?
Twas like the Moth to the flame
and while this was all happening,
I knew not your name.

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MFish • 10/15/2021 at 10:23PM • Like Profile

Thank you, Loy

I Desire

Posted by MFish Profile 10/13/21 at 10:27PM Life Stories See more by MFish

I desire to do water colors,
I want to paint.
I bought materials,
brushes, pencils and pens,
with watercolor kits, as I
like to paint, Plein Air,
on in the field.
I have brief pencil sketches,
to keep the site in mine,
but find I no longer have the time.
I know it's a thin excuse,
but it is what it is.
Some day it will happen,
of this I am sure.

It Hung

Posted by MFish Profile 10/12/21 at 09:15PM Nature See more by MFish

It hung by a stem
to the bare branch above.
It was the last leaf
on the bare limb
of the tree.
Surprising, for we had,
wind gusts and much rain.
The leaves in the Summer,
were a lovely shade of green.
When fall arrived, it was cold
and the night temperatures dropped.
We witness the change, in colors,
bright yellow, red in the leaves
before they fall to the ground.
Yet, here is a lonely leaf,
the last of its kind of this tree,
and a barren branch,
awaiting to fly.

A long time coming,
are words I still hear,
as we see our resources,
continue to disappear.
We must conserve, we must do,
to save our resources
for our children to use.

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Loy • 10/12/2021 at 08:11PM • Like 1 Profile

Well said. Very true

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MFish • 10/12/2021 at 09:12PM • Like Profile

Thank you.

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