I wont work on your memory
Until raindrops fill the sky
For in the meadow of our life
A stream runs us far and wide
So that the summer we both know
Can carry our hearts high
And help us to build our time
Like rings of old growth.
Tag: old
Little Old Lion (day 3211)
Little old lion
That sits on a brick
Looking as though a guard
What respite doth bring
Such sentinel a beast
In the hour
Of a deep felt freeze?
Sun Beat (day 3080)
It is not for the beat of my drum
It is for the beating of the sun
Cooked in red/yellow rays
Reminding me of an old letter
That came in the mail
Holding three dried rose petals
And one single ring
Caressed in my worn hands
Like a mother would
On the day that love did win
That shall come to pass.
Resting Letters (day 3078)
The decorum of my heart
Washed away what little worries
Came to mind,
For deep within the bowels
Of this tanned and weathered soul
Rests an old dog
Reading a novel
Satisfied with the new leaf
Of time
That spreads its cape
Over the letters of you and I.
Ode To My Favourite Pen (day 3067)
I found you down a darkened road
Construction and rainy smells
Inside an old historic building
In to what felt like a historic store.
The walls were lined
With countless pens
And items supporting pens,
All illuminated so eloquently
Showcasing the finest specimens
Any penman could want.
In here I walked back and forth,
And fellow patrons wandered deep in thought,
Where finally in the deepest corner
I found you resting on a stand
Not a fingerprint laid your barrel.
And now so many years have passed
Yet not once have you let me down
Though the world we’ve traveled by foot
No wear shows upon your barrel,
Your nib a perfect flow.
And your mark has been inscribed
On countless pads sent afar
With, what I believe, quite an exquisite touch
Unique to me, my penman mark
You so critically help me lay.
I look and hold you every day,
Proud to know you by feel and weight
To have you by my side,
And to know that when I need you most
You’ll be right where I lay you down
Ready with your perfect balance
Upon paper we do play.
Old Hound (day 3007)
There’s an old hound been hollerin’
Just outside my back door
Don’t got nothin’ for it
For I just ate my last meal
Cooked my beans on an open fire
That keeps sufferin’ to keep me warm.
Mighty hard to keep me warm
If I had more sense about me
I’d have opened up my back door
All I need is a little lovin’
A woman that keeps me warm
If I’d opened up my back door
But now it keeps gettin’ colder
So I’ll be movin’ on.
Backwards Memory (day 2872)
I awoke into a dream
That had me backwards memory
Two and two made half is 1
Double meant I’d run
Crossed my fingers
And crossed the bridge
Danced a jig to celebrate
With a bear who spoke my name
While two wise men
Who carried a bag
Came up to me to say
“God, young son,
Will find your way
If you close your eyes and stay.”
So off I went
In the heart of lent
Dancing bear no more
A river bent
My onward path
So I swam into the middle
Where I found my enemy
A rock, so heavy
Floated off the levy
And made it home in time
To dine.
Sweet Old Soul (day 2755)
Whisper sweet
Soldier of my old soul
Carry my breath
Alive within
For I have
Scribed each weathered
Handwritten note
Addressed to you
Bitter Old Man (day 2661)
Longer than
An old man’s caved in nose
Rotten with lies
Cold with goodbyes
Old Wagon Road (day 2608)
There used to be a sign
Along the Old Wagon Road that read:
“Past here is what’s ahead
Gone is what’s behind
Don’t turn back for anything
Or the sight will leave you blind.”
Seventeen men were said
To have taken ill advice
Whos remains are rumored laid
Ten paces from that sign.
But if you keep towards the road,
Visions that brought you forth
The Old Wagon Road will help
The slope and yours align.
Not many have ever failed here,
Though not many have dared come
But many’ an hour still to spend
Upon the Old Wagon Road.