The call of the country is
There. Everyone wants to
Go back to their roots.
How about you!
Tag: back
Sundays
The perfect day of the
Week for relaxing and
Kicking back and just
Doing what you want
To do, or nothing at
All, is Sunday.
Yardwork, or anything
That begins with work
Is off limits.
Doing nothing is top
Priority. Have some
Fun.
Sign
My favorite neon
Sign is one that
Says: LOVE YOU TO THE
Moon & Back
Breathless
She raises both arms to
Free the clasps binding her
Long, lush hair. It explodes
Down her back, taking my
Breath away.
Leaving
The way we talk about leaving,
Even as parts of us we uproot
Keep growing back underground.
Once rooted, always rooted.
No Song
I looked back to where
The sky ended. Some
Days no rain would
Come. Some birds
Didn’t have a song.
Go Back
One day I told my wife
We ought to go back to
the church we were
Married in. We did, and
It brought back a flood
Of sentimental memories,
The organ, her gown, the
Minister, the ceremony,
Down to the you may kiss
The bride ending. Love in
A beautiful setting.
Rain
Listening to the rain
Is relaxing on a quiet
Evening. It’s rhythmic
Drumming on the
Roof almost lulls a
Person into a deep
Dreamlike state.
Turn off the TV, lie
Back on the couch,
Close your eyes and
Listen to the rain.
New Friend
Most days I would sit on
My front porch and watch
The world go by. One day a
Stray dog came in the yard
And sniffed around and
Eventually came closer to me.
Timidly it came up on the
Front porch and approached
Me to be petted, I assumed.
But when it saw a black glove
I wore on my hand, it quickly
jumped off the porch.
Wanting to make friends with
The dog, I showed him me
Taking off the black glove
And he came back to the
Porch and let me pet him.
Journey
I’ve been to a lot of different
Places, I’ve roamed the world,
Lived in different countries and
Been to every state in our country.
I haven’t been home for a long
Time, but I feel something
Pulling me back and that
Something is you.
Wordman of Alcatraz 