I walk four miles
6 days a week.
But I am no farther
since I started this streak. 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.
I live on the outskirts of town
that is where I choose to be.
Or, at least, I’m comfortable
with no one around me. Continue reading