Saturday, April 04, 2015

Old Man's Treasure

Feels so good sometimes just to sit
To daydream, to stop and think
Ponder, wonder,reminisce, remember
Look, smell, listen, taste and drink.
Memories are an old man's treasure
That young men store away.
Stacked and forgotten till some distant day
Hidden mind deep,unknown, unheeded
Cluttered, unwanted, not really needed
To one day appear
Old friends.

Friday, April 03, 2015

Little Boy

Little boy on Papaw's knee
Bouncing, singing loudly
Daddy's pride and Mama's worry
Grandma's joy and Papaw's buddy
Oh that they could stay this way
Bounce on my knee forever.

Thursday, April 02, 2015

Bee robber

The buzz of angry bees
Around my  face and head
Smoky, chokey business
Protected, hot and sweaty
They don't know I've waited long
To rob them and taste their honey.

Wednesday, April 01, 2015


The world still turns, days melt into night
Seasons follow one then another
Young men dream, Young girls wait
The aged sit, remember
It must be so, has ever been
Time slinks and slithers
Just out of grasp
Wispy tendrils to remember.