Think it would be profound
The difference in the sound
First morning walk alone
Without that cowbell tone
...
We had won
We had beat the world
We knew what we had
We knew what was real
...
Found her abandoned and all alone
Had to pick her up and take her home
Plan was to take her to the pound at the start
But invisibly she worked her way into my heart
...
My little dog is no longer here
And with that i shed a tear..
If my little dog was still here
With that i would shed a tear..
...
Faded so slow but still i noticed
Out for so long as a dark empty closet
That light - that spark
That twinkle in your eye
...
I saw her standing in the hallway today
Her long hair streaked with gray
A glowing smile and eyes that sparkle
It was just as I imagined it
...
Begins weighty, drab and dark
as the way past memories lurk
Small flicker of flame it begins to inflate
In that soft glow i never saw such light
...
Hello, i'm just a blue collar worker since 11th grade.now 59. so my words are short & simple. 'The Woods' is 1st poem (1st anything) i ever wrote. it was published in the pittsburgh post gazette. the passing of my shepherd dog lead to this somehow...)
The Woods
Think it would be profound
The difference in the sound
First morning walk alone
Without that cowbell tone
Birds the breeze the rustling leaves
Lack of ring no difference to these
The woods they seem to sound the same
Tired lungs swell i stop to ponder
Lack of timely bell do the animals wonder
There- that squirrel he used to tease
Ran just ahead and up a tree
He hangs his head and chatters down
Does he miss that ringing sound..
Ninety percent of what you know to be fact..someone told you.
'Mr Rodgers was wrong.Your not special - - your as special as you make it.'
'When the absolutely best things in your life become the worst and the worst things become the best - you'll have come full circle.'
'Accident is a word the human race made up so they can be just as perfect tomorrow as they were yesterday'.
'You cannot live life seeing daily what you miss the most'