Tag Archives: Poetry

September 29, 2023 I’m not sure how it works when my knee is in pain.Can it get in my head and then impact my brain?It’s my knee that is hurting it’s not in my head.Can a pain in my knee … Continue reading →

September 7, 2023 Already September, I’m ready for fall.It’s time for a cold front, I pray it won’t stall.It’s time for cool evenings, a chill in the air,An end to the heat, it’s a festive affair. I pray that those … Continue reading →

July 16, 2023 Don’t wait for a blowout to cause you to stop.Take time to pull over, see blossoms on trees,Hear birds as they sing, see the cotton tails hop.Sit down with the flowers that wave in the breeze. The … Continue reading →

June 29, 2023 Another day, another rhyme,For me it’s not a waste of time.The time it takes to share them too,If that’s worthwhile is up to you. It soothes my soul to contemplate,Then find the words that can relateThoughts from … Continue reading →

July 29,2023 I’m taking some time to just rest and refresh,A time to reflect, to take stock and to pray.An occasional rhyme I still weave as words mesh,But nothing I’m driven to do every day. Perhaps it’s the summer, the … Continue reading →

May 29, 2023 I hear echoes of bravery, young ones and old,Lives lost in the wars, bodies buried and cold.Keep their memories with us, their great sacrifice.Lives given for freedom now roam paradise. They answered the call so that we … Continue reading →

May 6, 2023 This thing we call time, it is so hard to clutch.Like the wind it’s not something we see, or we touch.The past is behind us it can’t be undone.The future’s before us, a race to be run. … Continue reading →

March 23. 2023 I’m not quite sure when I grew old.My body’s now a bit more frail.I bundle more against the cold.A brisk north wind feels like a gale. It doesn’t seem that long agoThat I could run a faster … Continue reading →

February 16, 2023 As a youth I would roam in the woods with my friends.We’d build cabins and forts from old logs made of pine.Life seemed much easier, simpler back then,Each day an adventure, no reason to whine. As we … Continue reading →