The slow founts of dawn,
On a cool winters day.
Cast but one momentous shadow,
Where the new fawn once lay.
The first red rose
Sent out of season
The second red rose
Sent for no reason
Well, such an interesting week this one.
Having a counseling class with thirteen
women and the topic of discussion was
sex and relationships. I was like a little boy
In the summer of life,
By chance we first met.
The day I can't remember,
The feeling I can't forget.
His ballad sets the evening sun,
Bidding all farewell, the day is done.
While twilight ushers in the dew,
Welcomed chirps, that bid adeau.
Should love be a gentle, misting rain,
I'm searching for the roaring thunder.
It always thunders, when I'm fishin'.
Have fished all my life,
Why hurry little river?
Off to the sea.
All there is to do, tis'sink in blue,
And all forgotten be.
There's something about a cold beer,
I can't really put my finger on it!
Maybe it's because it's much better,
Before you drink it.
A good poet is a naughty child.
Playing with people's emotions.
Stirring up forgotten memories.