I laugh, I cry, I pull my hair
But I mustn’t forget to come up for air
The benefits of being aware
Are less in showing that I care
Than knowing the difference between scare and….
One will lead me to despair
The other over mountains where
The other side will of course be there
And I will laugh, I’ll cry, I’ll pull my hair
If I don’t forget to come up for air.
Over a brambled path
We step and pose
Our great regrets
Our shadow knows.
A shadow can be a ponderous friend
When on our back until the end
Choosing what my thoughts beget
Behind me strides a Great Egret
Ever-smiling, rust and vine
My face a chronicle of passing time
Still, flights of fancy grace my mind
Here I am, I know not why
And though “weeds” obstruct my view of sky
I’m looking forward to some pie!
I would love to have your comments! If you like this, subscribe and share with your friends!
Thanks for stopping by!
“In the evening by the moonlight
You can hear those banjos strummin'”
In the evening by the moonlight
You can hear those old Fords hummin’
On a recent California trip, my sister Virginia and I came accross these old Fords “relaxing” on the hillside.
Retirement in the California hills
No more lube jobs, no more bills
No congestion, but fewer thrills
Yes, when the rubber leaves the roads
There’s no more hauling heavy loads
Or accidental skunks and toads
Still you dream in cherry red
Rising pistons—four barrel fed
And a happy pooch pacing your bed
The driving truth keeps sinking in
Sooner or later, tired wins
Thanks for stopping by! I’d love to have your comments! Subscribe to this blog or “Like” and “share” it on your favorite social media. If you would like to see this poem on products, click through to my Zazzle Store here!
I was enjoying the peaceful and productive nature of all the water lilies at Seattle’s Arboretum — got to wondering what they would think of the destructive fear mongering going around today.
OK, it didn’t happen exactly like that. I liked this photo, thought about a while, and finally came up with a sentiment that fits it pretty well, I think.
“Drown not in fears and apprehension
Thrive upon the surface tension”
What Say The Water Lilies?
Drown not in fears and apprehension
Thrive upon the surface tension
by Douglas Hamar