Copyright 2008
I tell you what, my friend
today was a whale of a day
for old men and old dogs
sun was bright
spattering the ground with brilliance
dappling the forest with shivering light
And here I am at a keyboard
pecking away
trying to tell you
don’t sit there in four walls
get out to where the clouds race
across the sky
and the cardinals sing
and streak red across your vision
Where the ground hog shuffles and digs
and the fox trots
and the crow flops across the sky
awkward as a teenager
and the breeze ripples your shirt
and your lifeblood pounds in your ears
frail human
time is short
live each moment
breathe the precious air
caress the bark of an oak tree
and pray that we remain
for another season.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
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