I wonder how long it took
for you to craftily
and expertly
pen your words. Continue reading
poem
The Cowboy and the Kid
The cowboy might have been
a tough ranch hand
alone most days
set in his ways
a nomad roaming the land. Continue reading
Endure
Day 1:
I am excited to be here!
I am full of energy and zeal.
I will do my best
I will not rest
I know this is the true deal. Continue reading
Mary’s Grave
There is a place
not too far away
that is hidden
to the human eye
but where the antelope play. Continue reading
Off the Grid
I’d like to go off grid –
but only part way. Continue reading
Destroying Angel
What gifts was I given
when all the talents were handed out?
Do I have a talent?
Looking at my life I have some doubt. Continue reading
Best Not to Test
Downstream
She had ambition.
She had a dream.
She had focus.
She was going to make it
so it would seem. Continue reading
Greatest Love
While discussing with someone who was getting a divorce I used the phrase “prelude to love.” I liked the phrase so I worked it into a poem. It reminds me of a song Reba would sing. Am I wrong?
I am a fool.
I thought we had forever.
I thought it was love.
I thought we were together. Continue reading
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