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Take the Time

Sometimes when life falls apart at the seams
Just sit by yourself and begin to daydream
Think back, if you can, to pleasurable times
Chill for a while and rest the mind
Daydream about life and the people you love
Gaze at cotton clouds and blue skies above
Think back to your youth when times were good
Return in time, if only you could
Sit by a tree with wheat straw in hand
Enjoy Mother Nature's beautiful land
Fresh air and the smell of flowers
Sunbaked land and misty rain showers
Forget your troubles while you can
Enjoy your surroundings and colorful land
A beautiful day can clear the mind
Of past problems and reckless times
It's a sunfilled day, time to relax
Settle in on an upbeat track
Nothing dark or grey appears in view
How you proceed depends on you
So when this poem ends in a while
I hope the words create a smile
Take this at heart as you go on your way
You decide what happens today
William L Pickard
2022.

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Young Sailors Dreams

There is a young man who loved the sea
He could read the stars and winds by age three
He loved to venture along the Alaska shores
Leaning the ocean at the age of four
He would read of the sea and mother natures storms
How quickly, from nowhere, the clouds could form
He was ready to go at an early age
But school would be the turning page
As a small boy, he had dreams of the sea
A captain of a ship was what he would be
School work and parents were the anchors on land
His thoughts were to be a sea sailing man
At night he would dream of being at sea
Salt water in his face, his thoughts were free
His sea shells were falling from his nightstand jar
Still wearing his pajamas, he didn't get far
But this little sailor will set sail someday
He's learning to be a captain along the way
Yes, one day, he'll have his boat
But for now, in the tub, the plastic ones float
He may be small, but ideas are big
When he sets sail one day, he will control the rig
Big white sails full of wet summer breeze
This grown-up man now holds the sea.

William L Pickard
Photo provided by Carolyn Muscle
The sailor is Wallace Johnson, her grandson.

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Sunday Drive

Sunday drive

Sunday morning out for a drive
Windows down feeling alive
Open road open air
Following the road going nowhere
Country roads are a continuous thing
Fences and pastures a colorful scene
The thoughts of childhood flood my mind
A carefree life, a carefree time
Country roads country miles
Old farmhouses country style
No traffic, no worries, no stress on this trip
Any sign of stress I plan to skip
Beautiful houses and age-old barns
Country roads with country charm
Driving alone windows down
Positive feelings, I've escaped from the town
Passing by places, I"ll always remember
Leaves are turning; it's mid-September
As a boy, I'd bike for miles and miles
Thinking of that time, I begin to smile
I'm on the road again, but now I'm much older
Stop for a while, pulling onto the shoulder
Out of my car, I begin to walk around
Those childhood dreams are what I've found.

Lpickard

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Spring

This time of year is most dear to me
Nature puts on a show for all to see
Sring rids the grey skies and sad looking browns
Blooming buttercup trumpets blaring beautiful sounds
Chilly mornings and warm afternoons
The lovely spring season never comes too soon
Dogwoods are blooming from berries to flowers
Soft, warm breezes and gentle rain showers
Bumblebees buzzing like pollen mailmen
Colors become vibrant all over again
Everywhere you look, new life burst from the ground
Birds begin to sing a magnificent sound
Cardinals and bluebirds come into view
They harmonize a natures chorus just for you
Beautiful flowers everywhere are candy for your eyes
Blue skies and cotton clouds fill the sky
Its the season of freshness energy, and the earth feels clean
The feeling of lying in a hammock with a lite hearted dream
Or walk through an open field and take it all in
Hello favorite season good to see you again
Days become longer, and time passes slow
All nature new colors radiantly glow
Bright mornings and long afternoons
Daylight savings time never comes too soon
Spring is here, and mother nature shows us all
That Spring season is my first choice; my second is fall.
Lpickard

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The Window

The Window

From her kitchen window, she stares through the glass
Remembering her love who has recently passed 
Daydreams of times she would begin to tear 
Love so strong throughout the years 
The empty feeling way down inside 
No longer around to stand by her side 
It's hard to believe that he's suddenly gone
Not meaning to leave her here all alone 
After 60 years married to a husband so dear
Loneliness is now a consuming fear 
Moving through the house empty of laughter and love 
Occasionally thinking of him above
No friends or family to call or to talk 
Wheelchair-bound can barely walk 
Loneliness and depression could fill the halls 
Stained wallpaper pictures fallen from walls 
This does happen in the world today 
It's happening now, I unfortunately say 
I've watched that stare from my neighbor's wife 
Who's husband recently lost his fight for life
Military honors draped with the red, white, and blue 
Hundreds of friends came to view 
I've seen her stand for hours; it seems 
Staring way off into the distance dreams 
It's disheartening, a tearful shame 
To look at her loneliness through a windowpane 

Lpickard
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Reality

Reality

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Death will come to all of us
Bottled ashes or six feet underground
Thoughts are empty; we utter no sound
Here today, maybe gone tomorrow
Feeling lost, saddened with sorrow
The body forms at birth and, in the end, turns to dust
The death you see is a terminal must
From birth, we begin our aging path
Just how long will we live? Time moves fast
Do you ever think of death in a severe way
No one knows night or day
Can you imagine a time without you
The grim reaper comes regardless of who
Childhood friends are a growing list
Saddened by the names already missed
Death a disregarded thought in time
Buried deep inside your mind
Some leave early, while others late
The man above picks the date
Life is so short and quick to pass
Our time clock moves way too fast
Smile and love life and enjoy each day
Forgive and forget, hold anger at bay
Treat your friends with love and kindness
Time with them is far from timeless
Always keep this thought in mind
You'll never outlast the word called TIME.

William Larry Pickard 
WILAPICS ART

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Restless

Restless

My eyes are closed, but my mind is awake
I can't seem to sleep; what should I take

Thoughts keep racing through my head.
Restless nights in a sleepless bed

Wondering thoughts short little dreams
Some are pleasant others mean

Sleep is a hopeful dream; it seems pretty clear
No rest at all; that's my fear

Several hours in bed and still no sleep
A good night rest would be a wonderful treat

Wondering thoughts in a wandering mind
Wasting sleep wasting time

The dawn lights break in the window glass
Rolling and tumbling, how long will it last

It seems clear another sleepless night.
Darkness retreating, I can see the light.

Another night wasted I've run out of time
Restless thoughts in a troubled mind.

Lpickard

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Time

Time
Stone-faced clock with big black hands
Circling the face time and time again
The second-hand rolls by a recurring space
Never touching the clock with the concrete face
Twenty-four hours slowly slide by
Not to be changed regardless of tries
A second from now, it will be  yesterday
The time clock moves forward twenty-four hours a day
It would be a challenge to push the big hands back
Rotation of Earth's twenty-four-hour track
The big black hands are always on the move
Passed memories are all you can choose
By the time you read this poetic line
The second has circled the face of time
How many times a day do you glance at a clock
Or hear the sound tick tock tick tock
Time sets schedules for things to do
Just like a clock, you're on the move
When your face to face with a timepiece, keep this in mind
You can change your clock, but you can't change the time.
Wilapics Art.
06-19-2023

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Last Dance

Years ago, someone caught my eye
The smell of perfume and her beauty as she passed by
She sad just finished a dance and was exiting the floor
I was shy but asked if she could dance once more
She placed her tiny hands in mine, and we started to dance
Never knowing it would lead to a lifelong romance
We danced together and partnered as one
Enjoying each other and having fun
We danced with our children and their children too
Loving each dance was the right thing to do
I still dance and listen to our very first song
But now I dance old and alone
The dance floor is empty, and my partners gone 
I still dance and listen to our favorite song 
The music's fading and my legs are too 
Sometimes I'm just lost, not knowing what to do
My dancing shoes are dusty. I've put them away 
Hoping to dance with her in heaven someday 
Without my partner, it ended the chance 
Of ever having our final dance. 

Lpickard Copyright © William Pickard

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Born Terminal

Born terminal 
Ashes to ashes dust to dust 
Death will ultimately come to us 
Here today and hopeful tomorrow 
The end comes quick then overcome by sorrow 
One day it will arrive for each one of us 
The death you see is a terminal must 
When we're born, we begin to die 
We can't avoid death regardless of what's tried 
Do you ever think of death in a severe way 
Regardless of much, you wish to stay 
Ever imagine what life would be without you 
The Reaper will come irrespective of who 
Death is a discarded thought in time 
Buried thoughts so deep in your mind 
Some go early, and some go late 
Most of us wish we could pick the date 
It saddens me that life is so short and so quick to pass 
But regardless of my thoughts, life's time is fast 
So enjoy the short time we have here on earth 
Try to enjoy your life for what it's worth 
Smile and sing and enjoy each day 
Forgive and forget hold anger at bay 
Hug your loved ones and treat them with kindness 
Your time on earth is far from timeless 
Always keep this thought in mind 
You'll never outlast the word called TIME.

Copyright © William Pickard