Ronald Strickland Poems

In my mind,
I go places that many are not aware of,
nor do they know the pain that haunts my soul.
A place where some have never returned,
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As I sit beneath the tall oak tree,
I watch as the breeze ruffles the leaves.
I listen to the birds as they call to each other.
In the distance, the barking of a squirrel,
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Friends would arrive and raise their hoods.
A turn of a wrench.
Tap tap with the tool.
Adjustment of the carb.
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When I'm lost in thoughts,
and I'm within myself,
will you feel alone?
To wonder if my love for you is solid.
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In search of treasure that
can not be seen
but can be shown.
One that authors have tried to path
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Dedicated to the Men of the 7/17 RUTHLESSRIDERS
Soaring over the jungle just over the trees,
just a man in the seat beside me.
A poet in motion shooting through the trees,
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A box of memories of past loves.
Photographs, letters, and poems.
Like a collection of stamps,
coins or teddy bears.
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If I could write a poem a day,
it would be about a life I made.
If I could live life by the poems that I write,
it would be a life that's right.
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Whenever I daydream,
and daydream I do,
in my secret place,
I daydream of you.
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Little things they say and do,
with the I love you's and smiles,
the giggles and coos.
Wet kisses on the cheeks,
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