The barn where my kissing cousin and I
spent a lot of time together.
We were such good friends,
a little kissing is all we ever did,
time and time again we
would joke around and
tease her brothers.
The old barn is only place
we could go to just be ourselves,
we would talk on forever, about
just almost anything.
As the years went by,
my family moved to the big city,
and left our small town behind,
with just loving memories.
My cousin and I slowing drifted
farther away from each other,
until we became total strangers,
she married someone as I did also,
her mom died and her dad sold
the house with the old barn,
then the worse thing happened,
the house and the old barn were
torn down, now only
thing I have is the memory
of that old barn.
wrote 4-7-11
Keep Them Safe
I was born in New York City
It wasn’t safe nor was it pretty
That’s where I spent my young adult life
I realized it wasn’t safe for my children or my wife
There was always that threat of danger
I didn’t want my family victimized by a stranger
I packed them up and sent them to a New Jersey town
We bought a house on a street that part of the name is brown
Life went well and my kids are now grown
All my kids now have a family and house of their own
a lamp melts,i fall down.a lamp melting,give good reports to the snow on television.the
meatloaf was bad,as bad as the greenbeans next to it.i dont want to worship a leg,ill read
the newspaper,instead.the cubs did the giants in. a west coast win.a cold win.the electricity
blinks,like the house is a prison and someone else was put to death.being a star,dad settles
the house and kids with one calm shift of position,and harumphs his way back to his
newspaper.
Tree and I
The birds have flown up and gone
They have built their own nests
On the trees of the alien lands.
My tree is lonely and leafless.
We look at each other tree and I.
Oh, the joys of spring days-
The days for the flowers to bloom,
For the bees to build honeycombs
Gathering honey from the flowers.
We look at each other flower and I.
Oh, the joys of summer days,
The days for the birds to return,
With their ownselves extended,
Feeling the house with laughs & cries.
We look at each other house and I.
Oh, the joys of the autumn days,
The maturing sun bringing out,
The myriad colours to the leaves,
And dressing the gardens with colours.
We look at each other garden and I.
Oh, the sorrows of Fall days,
The scantily undressed trees,
The skinny twigs all around,
The rough beds of leaves for the snow.
We look at each other the fallen leaf & I.
Oh, the chilly winds of winter days,
Snow, snow and snow everywhere,
Ripping us out, cutting us free,
No signs of spring, summer- far behind.
We look at each other tree and I.
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