The doves they sit so patient and timid
The sparrows they flutter about
Birdseed and intrigue…just inches away
The Jay barges in with a shout
...
Where we've been in our trusty old car
Leaves a tale that it can tell
From the dirt that graces the trailer hitch
To the mud in the fender well
...
The overnight haze it scattered
Chased by the morning breeze
Racing along the roadway
Flirting with the trees
...
Groan Up
Groan Up
We push kids to grow up
They just can't grow fast enough
The young need to look old
The tender need to look tough
Innocence needs to be schooled
Incapable ones need re-tooled
Heaven forbid if naivety
Ever got fooled
Paint the plain, mask the pain
Everyone buys a ticket
For the very same train
We spend the first part of our lives
Seeking to be old
The rest of our lives
We search for youth's fountain of gold
David Kettler
January 15th 2018
no information...sad