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Mending Fences

I've been mending fences. It's a long ride down a straight line. You can't do this kind of work unless you have the strength and the spirit to live with solitude. There is nothing out here but scrub brush, vultures, and the sky. I start each day over a campfire of loneliness. The coyotes songs ringing in my ears. There is only one thing I want in this world and that is peace of mind.

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Karen Anglesey

Date: 5/21/2016 10:11:00 PM

The campfire of loneliness - yet the peace of mind is unfathomed

Stephen Kilmer
Date: 5/23/2016 5:14:00 PM

Ah so good to hear your voice. Miss you and your work. Come back. Don't worry about what to do when the glass is half full. I'll pour you another. And we will remain. Love Kilmer~

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/15/2016 11:45:00 PM

I can identify with your poem. I have always been a loner. Poetry has a wonderful cathartic affect on the soul. Your insightful poem shares this. Wise words! #7 ; )

Stephen Kilmer
Date: 5/22/2016 5:09:00 PM

Thanks Connie. I was straight from the heart. ~Kilmer~

Laura Breidenthal

Date: 5/12/2016 9:41:00 PM

Peace of mind is often hard to find. I can relate to the fwnce mender, because I enkoy being alone for long periods of time. Youve really created a vivid picture with this one. Its always a pleasure reading your reflective work. Always,Laura

Stephen Kilmer
Date: 5/22/2016 5:12:00 PM

Thanks Laura it always seems like a straight line is the closest to the truth. I just think that people need to now when to stop lying and start down the road to the truth.. Anyway thanks for stopping by. ~Kilmer~