Linda Milgate Poet Rhyme

Bear Mountain Widow's Tale

Sweeping the dust and mud 
From plank floors--mending and quilting
Needles, thread, and braiding scrapes
Baking days and washing Mondays
Tubs of water, fires and aching backs
The cabin sitting small
In the shadows of redwoods and pines
It was harder and lonelier 
Then I ever could have known
Laying in the light less nights
Listening to the creaks and groans
For I was young and foolish once
Filled with the girlish dreams and hopes
Of loving eternally and making a home
It was harder and lonelier 
Then I ever could have known
Those dreams faded through the years
In the salty fog of the hardship, the dust, 
The tears.

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Andrea Dietrich January 1, 2011 at 12:59 AM ps. And i hope that writing a BUNCH of new ones is YOUR new year's resolution.

Andrea Dietrich January 1, 2011 at 12:58 AM gosh, it sounds as if you actually lived this. You are a wonderful writer. I think I told you this before. The way you repeat certain ideas and thoughts in your poetry, the way you show, not just tell us! thanks so much for reading several of my poems. I wish i Had more of yours to read! LUv, Andrea

James Fraser April 21, 2010 at 4:37 PM Delightful read Linda, i could picture exactly what your words were saying. Thank you for sharing >> James

Dr.Ram Mehta April 21, 2010 at 5:55 AM A fine write. I enjoyed it