Josh Bashline Poems
|5.||So Many Free Men||4/29/2009|
|7.||The Invisible Man||4/29/2009|
|8.||With Eyes Like His||4/29/2009|
|13.||She Never Stops||5/12/2009|
|14.||Living Light, Dying Night||5/12/2009|
|17.||Wife Forgives Killer Elephant||4/29/2009|
|20.||My Old Man||4/29/2009|
My Old Man
His saggy eye lids and rough,
remind me of a rainy day.
Dark blue eyes as cold as the Atlantic chill me to the bone.
The brown spots and dead skin patches on his bald head,
are like battle wounds,
which he has received over the years.
His unsteady hand shyly grasps his sable cane.
His three lonesome limbs longing for their missing brother,
taken from them many years ago on a beach in France.
Blinding gold medals and silver stars,
overshadow the Purple Heart,
but do not hide it.
His navy blue suit with yellow lining and a ...
He's got a red black hat, a white tank top.
He works real hard, going non-stop.
His tractor is mean, it gets a lot done.
Farming all day, having a little fun.
His name is Ralph, but his friends call him Jay.
He keeps on working, working everyday.
His wife's name is Lizzy, she's a real good cook.
In 25 years hes never read a book.
Sometimes he hunts and fishes in the creek.