A Short Interlude

Quiet fields of green
And the water so clean
Clear, crisp and cool
Flowing gently to a pool.
Warm sunshine on my back.
Following a dirt track
As I take a stroll
So healthy for my soul

Melodies wafting through the air
Recalling friends no longer there
Remind me to return
To get some sweet kisses
From the one who misses
Me during my sojourn.
I’ve run out of time
To wander ‘midst the pine.

No Thanks, I’ll Pass

There are some things I will not eat
That others think are such a treat
I do not understand their thoughts
What they enjoy leaves me distraught

The morsels they desire most
Are nothing about which to boast
It just does not seem right to me
That these things are delicacies

Night Sky over the Duck Pond

The moon climbs high into the night
The sun has gone to bed
I’ve a long walk home in fading light
To rest my tired head

The stars reflecting on the pond
Set my mind at ease
As though the sky itself was fond
Of strolling ‘mongst the trees

Cats and Beans and Sinking Ships

Secrets big and secrets small
Can you keep them secrets all

Cats in bags can get loose
To speed around on go-go-juice
Once they’re out you will find
Your honor has been much maligned

Beans that have spilled on the floor
Can find their own way out the door
To try to bring them back again
Is a fight you’ll never win

Loose lips that let secrets slip
Have been known to sink tight ships
The souls that go to Davy Jones
Will tell of woes that you have sown

Gossip leads to a big fall
So keep your word and stand tall

The Journey of Art

A story told by poets and bards
Should touch the hearts of men who read it
And make them feel as though they’ve starred
And not some character going through it

The better the bard the stronger the feeling
And some truly leave the reader reeling
Art is about conveying emotions
To make the blood hot or show true devotion

Scenes are painted stroke by stroke
To take you away to far off lands
Introduce you to other folk
Separated by time’s sands