The Old Bridge to Grandma's House!

The Old Bridge!

The old bridge goes nowhere now.

It once crossed to memories of grandma’s house.

Through the thicket and across the creek,

We would run and jump so eager to seek

Grandma waiting by the old kitchen door;

Calling out to us to come in and enjoy,

Cookies from the oven, milk from the cow,

I wish I could cross the bridge

And be there right now!

The "Old House"...

Old House near Stockbridge

The Old House

I came upon it quite by chance, 

On a cold fall afternoon. 

The gray skies hanging overhead 

Had reduced the day to gloom.

There was a path worn around it, 

Through brush and tall brown grass. 

I pondered for a moment, 

Was this from the present or the past.

The siding gray and cracking, 

Things were hanging at the seams. 

Vines entangled around the roof, 

And wound around the beams.

Did I hear a whisper? 

Perhaps it’s just the wind, 

Though it seems to be some voices 

From the past, but then again.

All my senses tell me

 That it’s the vacant haunting sound 

Of memories, both good and bad, 

This house their burying ground.

As I gaze off the old front step,

I picture lilies by the door, 

With the creaking of a rocking chair 

On the cracked and buckling floor.

Do I hear children’s laughter

Wafting up the hill? 

Alas, it’s just the wind again, 

Coming through the sills.

The hour grows late, I hate to leave, 

For you’re so empty and alone. 

But I must travel to another house, 

The one I call my Home.

A Summer Storm......

Rainbow

A Summer Storm

Wind of summer’s discontent,

Trees and tearing branches bent;

Waking early to driving rain,

Is summer relieving herself of pain?

Dancing rhythm of the wind,

Echoes of thunder’s brash alarm,

Hidden deep beneath my covers,

I feel safe from summer’s harm.

Lightning breaking in disjointed form,

Striking down at earth.

Plant life and creatures holding on,

Clinging to life for all they’re worth.

Gray and somber the summer sky,

Dark, ominous, filled with gloom,

I look about in midnight colors,

Searching for a clue, why summer’s mood?

Perhaps it’s summer’s hidden anger,

Sweeping earth to rid it of its sins.

Perhaps it’s summer giving life,

Her love showed while being stern!

Now with great relief I sigh,

As the summer storm passes by.

I search the light that breaks behind

For any kind of hopeful sign.

Maybe beyond it’s blue and clear,

Hoping a rainbow might appear.

My Cheshire Cat...

My Cat!

My Cheshire Cat

What type of cat can stay in one place? 

With never a frown but a smile on his face? 

Is he watching something that I can’t see? 

Or is he just trying to out “psyche” me!

I’ll see if this string will divert his gaze, 

And wipe that smile off his furry old face. 

But all I get is a sideways glance, 

As if I’ve lost “it” or really gone “bats”!

Maybe if I creep up and give him a nudge...

I can wipe that smile off this overweight “pudge!” 

But alas, in disgust, he gets up and moves, 

Revealing that he just threw up on my shoes!

Beyond the gate lay rows of stones that are numbered!

Latch on Pine Woods Cemetery

We Live a Life of Numbers

The days lay numbered, 

One to thirty-one. 

The months lay numbered, 

One to twelve. 

Each its own, 

But part of all; 

Both numbers marking Summer and spring, 

Winter and fall.

The years lay numbered, 

One upon one. 

The children numbered, 

As daughters and sons.

The markers are numbered,

 In long somber rows, 

Showing the days that are numbered, 

From young until old.

Old tree planted by Thomas Jefferson

Life Eternal

The reality is this... All life starts, ends, & is reborn!

To some this concept is clouded, 

To others this concept is flawed, 

But into each new living thing 

There comes a blueprint of 

What was, 

What is, 

And what it will become.

As we pass to dust, 

Even our ashes become new to the earth.

 And these ashes feed the ground 

That will spring another piece of... 

Life Eternal!

I let Life pass me by.....

Monument to Col. William Smith

Life Just Passed Me By

I felt the wind like the touch of Spring, 

Gently passing in the glow of day. 

I saw a scene so far from me, 

Yet passing just a foot away. 

I heard God as I walked the hill. 

I stopped to listen and to pray, 

And time just passed on by.

My heart smiled, enjoyed, and cared, 

As my lungs filled with the sweet Spring air; 

And the breeze against my face wasn‟t even there, 

As life just passed on by.

They laughed at me for I beamed with love, 

For the grass that felt like silken glove, 

It gave me pleasure and just a bit of love, 

And time just passed me by. 

I heard the call of the meadow‟s lark, 

I felt the tree and its rugged bark, 

But time had passed me by.

For now I‟m grown and now I‟ve lost, 

The simple heart that would have bought, 

With a fortune or a ransom lost, 

But not even that could stop.. 

Time from passing me on by.