The winter
has been unkind.
Trapped here
as if in a bind. Continue reading
March, April, May
take forever to turn on. Continue reading
Watch closely
the boy with an easy grin.
You don’t know
what pain he is hiding within. Continue reading
In my list of daily to-dos
which never shrinks but does grow
there is one unspoken at the top
and the only one I need to make so. Continue reading
If no one feels like they belong
and everyone relates to being an outcast –
who truly belongs here
who can really take hold fast? Continue reading
Last week I shared another version of this poem. This was the first effort after reading about young Willie Strang in a couple of books about Brown’s Park. Continue reading
I mentioned in an earlier post that I’ve read a couple of books regarding Brown’s Park (Hole). An area that straddles Wyoming, Colorado, and Utah. My interest is piqued because I have ancestors that lived in that area in the early 20th century. I didn’t find much family history in my reading but I did read the sad story of Willie Strang. He was 14 or 15 when killed by Johnson (or Johnston). It’s a sad story that caught my attention. I attempted to write about it in next week’s poem but didn’t like it so this week is take 2. After I finished this poem I think I prefer the first one better. It is now up to you, dear reader, to decide which poem is better.