Lady ven Susie jeg håber du læser dette, før du går væk fra linje.
Jeg håber også, det er læsbart i dansk. Jeg bruger Bing oversætteren online


Ashley gav mig en gave denne jul. Det er den fløjte, jeg har ventet i en årrække.

Hvis du stadig walk bakken måske en dag vil du høre min sang på vinden. . Når du bedes huske din ven her på tværs af havene.

Tak for åbne mine øjne, hjerte og sjæl.
 
Jeg håber, du finder fred du så rigt fortjener
 

Din ven Chris

Christmas day 2011.
Last year at this time there was at least 2 feet of snow on the ground
Lake Tamarack was frozen over and I walked upon the ice. This year it
is still all open water. There were no profound meetings nor a moment of
a grand insight.Six days to the end of the year. What will the new year bring?

I Was a Thief This Day

A steel grey dawn

showing only the brown and grey

with a touch of frosted green

Cold was the air...

heavy was the frost that

brushed my face

A frozen hand...

a touch saying leave this

place...

 this is not for you

Breaking the silence

I spoke to everything and

nothing...

Harsh were the wind's words

blurring my eyes with tears,

biting at my ears...

I had dared to intrude

and ruin its morning song

I stayed

I watched a winter flower bloom...

burst into fire

Yes I was a thief at

dawn today...

I took all I saw and felt,

placed it in my heart...

The birthing of this day

ccd Dec 2011

Christmas Eve....
May the true meanings of this time of year pass into you and your families.
May all sorrows be lightened. May the memories of love unconditional carry your
heart.

I will try to be at Lake Tamarack at sun rise in the morning.

Peace to all my friends.

This time last year we had approximately 13 inches of snow on the ground.
this year hardly any Today i brushed maybe 1 inch off my truck. Except for the small snowfall, this year reminds me of winter in Augusta. The dampness hangs in the air. and flows through the body. Once the damp cold sets into the body it is extremely difficult to get warm. I could use a sauna in the house this year.

The Last Apple

I looked upon

my backyard last week

Twisted, and bent

the apple tree stands

in silence

A grey sculpture

barren of all except...

Attached to the home

that gave it life...

A small flower matured...

one small apple

I think to myself...

surely there must be

verse in this last fruit

So tenacious is this fruit,

clinging, beyond its time

to a home to high to reach...

It feeds only the biting cold of

a winter wind

It is gone today...

taken with it were

my thoughts for

a noble verse

ccd Dec. 2011

 The cold has settled in, Tendons stiffen, The winter sun lies of its' promised warmth. This mild winter is cruel. the damp cold  it sends through the body no flame can dry.

For my friends in Denmark there is no goodbye. You got me started with this writing. so you touched my soul. I can not remove a rock from the moon and I can not remove your souls' touch from mine.

Beneath the clouds 

in Haiku

Sun beneath the clouds
when two souls meet one will cry
seeds for tomorrow

Sun beneath the clouds
green thorny stems replanted

rose buds open the heart

Sun beneath the clouds

lilac scent riding the wind
joining day in blue

Sun beneath the clouds

moonlight's passion dance in spring

winter birthing life

ccd Dec 2011

Revision

Beneath the clouds
in Haiku


Sun beneath the clouds
when two souls meet one will cry
seeds for tomorrow

Sun beneath the clouds
lilac scent riding the wind
joining day in blue

Sun beneath the clouds
green thorny stems replanted
rose buds open the heart

Sun beneath the clouds
moonlight's passion dance in spring
winter birthing life


Which one wors better: Let me know please.






ccd Dec 2011

Three weeks untill the new year. Someone over greased the skids on this year.

What a wild ride it has been. I wonder what the new year will bring. Life is not a roller coaster for the feint of heart to ride. Slow climbs to see the beauty with terrible plunges into valleys of shadows and tunnels of darkness, yet bringing us back into light. In the end all I hear from my heart is I am not ready for the ride to end. Can I go again?

The first 2 stanzas of todays poem I wrote this past Wednesday. I had no Idea where it would lead. The title came after

I am

I looked out and saw

nothing

I closed my eyes and

looked in ...

I saw everything

The leaf of Fall

blown across the ground

no destination or direction...

that is me

The bubble upon a fast

moving creek...

taking in all as it passes,

bursting into light then
nothing when  full.

Formed from a

tear dropped from the

heavens...

that is me

The cold winter rain running

down the neck...

the blistering summer beach sun...

that is me

The roar of crowds

that pound the soul...

The silence of a lily

laid upon the bosom

in deaths grip...

that is me

The heart that

beats in terror...

cries in pain...

swells in pride and

bursts in love...

that is me

I am ...

the passion of

life in poetry

ccd Nov. 2011

Revision

I am

I looked out and saw
nothing

I closed my eyes and looked in ...
I saw everything

The leaf of Fall
blown across the ground
no destination or direction...
that is me

Formed from a
tear dropped from the
heavens...
The bubble upon a fast
moving creek
taking in all as it passes,
swelling...
when full, bursting into light
then nothing ...
that is me

The cold winter rain running
down the neck
freezing all emotion...

The blistering summer beach sun
scorching dreams...
that is me

The roar of crowds
that pound the soul...
The silence of a lily
laid upon the bosom
in deaths grip...
that is me

The heart that
beats in terror...
cries in pain...
swells in pride and
bursts in love...
that is me

I am ...
the passion of
life in
poetry

Sleepy day, some ambition. Happy to have my truck back. Lets call it what it is when we are so bonded to transportation........Freedom.......So lets drink to that... Waiter another round of tea please.

Now for a work in progress so they say....whomever "they" are...  This is a little
different but I like it. I was going to try it in Haiku but there was too much to tell

The Island 



City street.

asphalt, lined in

brick, steel and mortar

Soulless buildings disgorge

streams of life while

phantoms slide along the

panes of glass...

reflections only promising life

Raucous echos, from the brick, 

strum the wires feeding

glaring lights

.....and there it hangs

single, golden-brown.....

The last leaf clinging to life

now sleeping

In the turmoil of man...

an island of beauty

to rest my eyes upon

ccd Nov. 2011

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Susi, bedes du forstår disse er ikke om Bonnie. Jeg har aldrig tvivlet på dig i noget

Du ved, at jeg kan mærke dine følelser i dine skriftfelter.

Jeg føler din smerte over tabet af din Bonnie.
 
Jeg kender emptyness du to er følelsen.

Your freind Chris

Wonder full day, nowhere to go untill my truck gets running again. right now it is sitting outside a garage in town....sigh.....So I have done some cleaning and a little cooking.
Now to come up with a poem

Marking Time

Intrusive, only the sounds of man

into the quiet of the day

Black against grey clouds

the trees stand over green

carpet stained in rust

First snow, but a memory

caught in the dampness of

cool breeze

Crows brackish calling, silent... 

Dreams undisturbed...

Fall's early sleep unbroken

The harsh tick of twig on twig

marking the time till spring awakens

ccd Nov. 2011

I wrote 3 more Haiku this week. I was told it is not a good choice for subject matter since I have an affinity for nature. The three were inspired by this weeks episode of NCIS. The theme has been in the back of my mind for some time. The friend says I write of life I should not write of death whic is what the Haiku are about. He says it stinks of death an finality.

I guess I wrote it correctly then for it is sad and final.

Heroes' End in Three Haiku

Beneath hallowed cloth

Wooden box satin pillow

Heroes' final bed

Horse hoof beats the dirge

Walking to eternal sleep
Caisson rolls silent

Headboard of marble
Name lays claim to heroes' home

bugle sings for rest

ccd Nov. 2011

I have been sitting with this poem for hours. I feel it should go more, however all I keep seeing are two spirits of loved ones that have passed this year. An empty spot in the heart is not filled with darkness but with the golden light of love that brings pain. Socks and Bonnie your presence is sorely missed.

The start of this poem came from our first snow of the season for this year at the time of the full moon. I will await comments to see if it needs more

First Snow

Frozen tears

from silver platter

a cry of hunger

for a winters sleep

Fall takes the servings

from Summer's bounty...

Scented in hearth grown

fires of oak and cherry... 

A feast of

brown and green now

in ermine trim ...

Bittersweet the frosting

of first snow

ccd Nov 2011

Which version feels and sounds better?

                                                     

                                                Versiion 2

First Snow

Frozen tears

from silver platter

a cry of hunger

for a winters sleep

Fall takes the servings

from Summer's bounty...

A feast of

brown and green now

in ermine trim ...

Bittersweet the frosting

of first snow

Two days past... I shed tears this morning for un-seen friends and their loss. Bonnie's passing goes deep. No words can I say to give you comfort. Her strength,
beauty and love remain in your hearts and soul.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-r8up5wJDpI&feature=related

I am posting this late tonight. I do not know if it is the weather change or the time change, but I have had a nagging headache all day. I was not sure I had a poem tonight so I am starting with a haiku I wrote at work this week. This haiku I got from a dream. While I can no longer see the rose

it is there in my mind still a thing of beauty.



 Dream Rose

...
 Ruined blinded eyes

Scarlet rose upon black silk

Blooms within my mind

.....

And so it seems even through the headache I have another poem to be given.

Sleep begins

...

A northern wind blows

frosted winds over pumpkins

un-picked

...

Under silver moon and

broken promise of

a golden sun.....

trees shiver, shaking

loose final remnants

of summers frock

...

Limbs once limber

whispering Summer"s

story....

Now,

dry and brittle,

tap the dirge, of

a season end,

where sleep

begins

...

ccd Nov. 2011

Another uneventful Sunday.....no wait I had to tear apart the kitchen sink drains...plugged almost tight they were. I put a pork roast in the crockpot
and boiled eggs for sandwiches and grocery shopping before sunrise. All in all, a boring day.Fall has officialy set in with 2 mornings of lingering heavy frost. We also had snow flurries in the air and fortunately the storm went below and east of us. Lets see if I can create another poem from the heart and soul.

A Celebration

No moon above broken clouds

Muted lights through

curtained windows

trim the stage

...

No orchestra plays

for the troup dressed in white....

In silence, ballerinas and danseurs

through light and shadow

perform their celebration

of season change

...

At morning light

dancers rest, and

where they did perform

their dance....

My breath, now seen,

floats upon

morning breeze

,,,

Each blade of grass

still summer green...

richly crowned in

frosty white

ccd Oct 2011

A beautiful October day. I slept in. Cleaned the house. Mulched leaves . I feel like I could have done more if I had not slept in. I made lasagna and baked chicken fro the week. Since I had not been to Tamarack lately I drove out there. Forgot the camera of course. Mirror smooth and quiet.

The Gift

...

Wrapped a poem around

a stone to gift the lake

...

I walk a wooded trail

beside the mirrored lake

...

Carpet of pine and leaf

whisper stories of this

bygone summer as I pass

...

The errant brier drying and brittle

still snags and clings as if to say.....

Please, stop and talk for a while

before I sleep the winter away..

I pause but a moment to free

me from its prick

I linger not, the gift I carry

must be given this beautiful

October day

...

The cove, a reflecting pool,

nothing more than an alter

for my gift

A simple toss to reach the

middle of the alter...

As a flower blooms to seed

the bond is broken and the stone

cast to the deep....

A single white flower now rests

upon the rippled alter

...

No breeze, no ripples...

What phantom hand pushes?

The single white flower glides past

seeking the open water

Lost to sight, I follow along the shore

...

A cloth of emerald lily pads

trimmed in reflected

silver and gold...

Just off center...

A single white flower sits,

out of shadow, beneath

the golden sun

...

ccd October 2011

October the haunting month. We are haunted by the light of summer no longer with us. We look with trepidation to the dark and cold that lies ahead
Oh what a yucky week.. summer is but a memory of sun and warmth
when the clouds break we look to the skies for the promise that was...

Memories Un-written

...

The promise of warmth

from the glowing embers

of sunrise

is but a phantom in the

heart of summer past

...

Cold,wet, un-written 

memoirs, like a bad dream

torn and cast free,

lay scattered and rotting

to be forgotten

Beneath the cold tears

of this October day

...

ccd October 2011



Awake at 4 am this morning,dozing until 7. My mind was restless with Sundays work ahead. So from 8:30 until 1:30 I am repairing parking lot holes and tarring the stores roof where it has a small leak. I am tired but it is a good tired from work accomplished. I almost for got the spaghetti dinner at a church in town. I was given a ticket for a dinner. It would not be right not to use the ticket. A quick shower then run down  and get the dinner to go. I get home and back to work cutting grass. now dinner...the spaghetti is ok. 2 hours before bed, if I go sooner I will be restless again.

the poem I wrote before I started out this morning. I thought I might add to it during the day....Nope I like it the way it is even if it is short. I could possibly speak of the autumn jewels rubies, emerald, and gold cast from the trees. But I will not.

My Scarlet Rose

From sunset onward

in restless slumber....

My mind, sailing across

this warm October night,

upon the silver moon

is served a single scarlet rose

upon a pewter platter as the

moon sets to rest through its

unending journey
..

ccd October 2011

Who put the wings on September?  Was it not just the other day bees danced among the wild flowers? This week we are having a yucky end to September and yucky beginning to October.

October Tears

...

Cold rain falls bearing

omens of winter

Rivulets run from

limb to trunk

...

Trees loosing their

summer finery

shiver in quiet misery...

Bond of life broken...

leaves cast into

the wind are snared

 by grass blade

seeking warmth before

winter sleep

...

To the spirit,grey clouds at Summer's 

passing brings a barren cold...

October tears

...

ccd

Oct 2011

 

 

As Gomer Pyle would say......Surprise...Surprise....Surprise 
I was given a challenge this day by a customer that likes my
writing. His challenge was to write a piece of Haiku poetry
It took me 40 minutes to look up the proper formatting, pick a
subject. the try to compose. First off a haiku is 3 lines written with no more than
17 syllables. 5 in the first line, 7 in the second and 5 in the third. I
surprised my self then my customer when he returned near closing.
I did not write just one. I wrote three.  One haiku alone should tell the story
I felt 3 would do it better. For my friends in Denmark if you do not understand the term syllable, they are the number of sounds a word can be broken down into. example .... Maple = Ma...ple, Seeking= seek..ing, winters= win..ters etc......
 So......

Fall in Three Haiku

..

Maples golden leaf

Seeking winters bed to rest

First to flee the nest

...

Joined in yearly flight

Honking geese taken to wing

For warm southern hearth

...

Showers made colder

In sunless candle lighting

Close windows for dreams

...

ccd Sept. 2011

Has anyone seen my glasses? I had them on my walk. I had them on my drive. I took them off to cut the grass, now they are gone. If you see them let me know....and no, they are not upon my head.
September is almost gone. the trees are changing. I wonder if it will be a long warm fall. As of today i have heard no geese flying south, so I wonder. I think who ever is responsible for the format of this site needs to upday spell check.
enjoy the poem for today.

Companions

Beneath a tree a boulder lays

tossed aside from farmer's field

no choice for companion was given

...

No protests are passed to me,

intruding, resting my legs,

as I sit upon this rock

beneath the tree

...

The sun no longer climbs

as high

the Fall of long shadows,

touches the land

...

Goldenrod and uncut hay dance

upon the farmer's field while

this rock in patient silence

awaits companion laying its'

golden blanket for winters

sleep

...

So I sit here and ponder,

What choices brought them

here?

Two companions by a farmer's

field, in the autumn of the year

...

ccd Sept. 2011

 Note to self....Do not peel the husk of a walnut that is not dried and split....It will stain the fingers...duh!
It seems that even though next week is the official start of fall, I think it has been here for 2 weeks now. The sun grown weary of climbing high each day, shortens its ride.
I walked the dam of a different lake today. The poem below was the gift to me.

Time to Harvest 

Above the rip rap

upon a platform of wood, 

I stand and gaze across the

waters of time

a flood held back by

a man made dam

.... 

Where sky meets land

memories in clouds

bloom and ripen

for the harvest

.... 

There...age of 5 a

chain derailed so I

can no longer ride

.... 

Ah yes, sent from class

at the age of 8

for ignoring the teacher...

even then my mind in dreams

wandered

.... 

One by one above they glide

the sweetest one...that

first kiss

The softess and saddest...

a final hug with a grandmother

I would never see again

 ....
Time has come to harvest
the crop we have sown....

No longer climbing as high
or warming any breeze...

No longer is it a summer sun

for autumn has surely

come 

....

ccd Sept. 2011

Today is a day of memories. This whole week has been a week of forced memories.
It is a day many want to forget. It has, to those many, become a day of politics and corporate money. While previous wars have been about acquireing territory. power and enslaving the people to a single govt.This one is a continuation of the oldest war dateing back thousands of years. Technology has made this a this a quiet war of religion and enslaving people to a single religion.In doing that this world may as well cease to exist. It is the uniqness of each religion that gives this world the beauty of the human spirit. From what I have read all religions have a single top god from which all else came forth. Some put a face to it some do not.
Your religion may not be mine. My religion may not be yours. I do believe there is a creator of all. I live and believe in one rule, the so called golden rule ....Do unto others
as you would have them do unto you....

Sorry I rambled on today.
For my Friends in Denmark. I wish you well and pray for Bonnie The puppy that chose you because she knew you would give her all you could.

Beyond the veil

 

Morning breaks to

show a cold pallor

Each grass blade,

tree and home

wears a shroud of

grey

....

Tendrils of this cold fog

nudge at the stoop

clarity and sharpness

nowhere to be found

....

Nowhere that is until

I turn my gaze above...

Summer's warnth has met

September's chill

A day of sadness and

gloom is met with light reborn

Cracks of blue, ever

widening lift the

heavy pall

from my heart

....

The beauty is still

there ....

Beyond the veil

....

ccd Sept. 11 2011

Ok, for tonight just a quick note.  I am off tomorrow for the holiday so today I
worked in the yard. As of right now I do not have a poem. My apologies to all my
friends.

I took a walk this morning and a drive this afternoon to clear my head.
Neither worked I have no poem today . written by me The sky was full of travelers today so I found this:

Clouds




Spread like canopies, trailing like sashes,

Changing shape in the sky's midst,

Showing no trace of dust,

Off to the south, in from the north,

Nowhere ever lingering.

Ten thousand miles of heaven and earth

All your neighbors.



- Gensei (1623-1668)

Another week has passed. It seems the summer heat is coming to an end.
August is coming to a close. The fair is in town. As usual I have no intentions of attending. year after year the same food the same games the same vendors......The faces of the people grow older A faceless mass to pass you by. When all is done the noise is gone only the smell lingers a while longer.The fair is but a point in time to mark the transition start from summer to fall.
Today I am going to try something a little different starting with the 2 pictures

I Spoke With God Today

Empty and quiet the lake is for now

I alone keep it company for a while

In silent meditation with eyes closed

I pose a statement...

God, show me your face

Open eyes show me  all...

Eyes of a depth and a color of blue

stretching to eternity

Hair trimmed in white and grey

dancing in its freedom

A textured skin tanned and wrinkled with

age ripples across the lake

Another statement I did pose....

Let me hear your voice

Strong was the breeze that blew past

my face, too much to fast, I say

I can not understand

It rushes like the ocean's voice

from the conch shell upon a beach

A crow above the trees gives

a single unanswered call

Show me your strength, show me

your heart I say this time

While buttercups dance at\

my feet

each stone laying at

waters edge is washed in

repetition un-ending

Now no longer alone

One last statement thought but

unspoken....

Show me your love...

A family of three is walking past.

To keep the moment I do not turn

These words I hear from behind,

"Good afternoon brother", as they

pass me by

Enjoy your fishing is my reply

"We do" was their last retort...

ccd August 2011

 Oh darn I can't cut grass. It is raining today, so it is going to be a lazy day.
I did take a ride to clear the weeks dust from my head. The week went by fast
A good thing or bad I do not know some things were accomplished others not.
It is good to sleep on a rainy day.

Outside the Window

...
Soft is thunder leading

the day

Gentle falls the water

on this summer griddle

...

Leaves dance and sizzle

through night and day

drawing  heat from

this summer month
...
Beneath green canopy
no song of praise 

to sun or moon

Quiet is natures voice

...

The spider web holding

no prey

snares only pearls

A royal necklace is on

display

...

Dripping from eaves,

outside bedroom window,

a simple beat

 drummed upon the

ground sends the
mind to quiet blissful

sleep

..

ccd

August 2011

OK I know this is unusual for me to post in the middle of the week.
By now you realize how much I love the outdoors year round
I also read from a Zen site. Check the date on this poem after reading.
Mankind really has not changed. Everyone has acquaintances.....how many
can you call true friends? Friends you can count on to be there, to comfort,
and even yell at without them striking back? Arrogant we are in our ways
and blind to the truth in the worlds beauty and worth.

The broad arms of this dusty world
Hold few true friends.
One feels the pangs of loneliness, and see
How cold the autumn air becomes!
But no, behold your search is ended here,
For countless mountains,
Blue afar, and green ones near,
Remain your friends eternally.

- Jakushitsu Genko Zenji (1290–1368)

Ok, it is almost 8 pm I drove to Erie for a dinner today. Well I stopped at the casino first. I started with 2 dollars got that up to 50 then played all that gone. Over all I put in 10 dollars...I knew I should have pulled the 50..... hindsight is 20/20....but what the heck it knocked the urge out of me to gamble in a casino for another 6 to 9 months.

right now all I have for a poem are 2  lines.....winds of change and touching the wind...
when the rest flows I will write it..... And here you have it. I hope it is ok

Winds of Change

Restless is the heart
from life that
passed
...
Freedom nips
at my soul
I smell change
upon the wind
...
Touching the wind
for a hint....
No winter chill
or summer storm....
Those familiar chords
remain unstruck
...
Something new
stirs the flag upon
the mast
Through daily toil
I stand the watch
...
When the time is
right I'll unfurl the
sail and catch
this wind of change
that blows upon
my soul

ccd
August 2011

Ok post #2 for today I was able to write one ....enjoy

Memories Dance

The sun settles in the west
sending another day to the
past
New memories given rest
...
To obtain my evenings
repose, the threshold of
glass door I must cross
....
I pause in step
reflections catch
my eye
The crimson kiss
sweet and soft
awakens primrose
from its sleep
...
Broached
by such a heavenly kiss
memories dance in the
mirrored glass
smiling upon the heart
.....
In waning light
memories fade
Night falls with
gentle caress
setting this day to
memories past
...
ccd July 2011

It was not a bad week. Some things as always could have been better, others worse.
Today was a day for little to be accomplished. I cut the grass (first time in 4 weeks with the way the heat has been). I decided to go brain numb by watching the final Harry Potter movie in the theater. Without having read the books, my opinion is that the movie series was quite well done with the final tying all movies and their meanings together.
At this time unless something comes I have no poem..........

It has been a hot week here. It just reminds me of Georgia. Little trips down  memory lane.....
...
Shadows Don't Sweat
 ...
Above broken clouds
a star in silence sails
a wake of rolling heat
moves the day
...
Summer thoughts cresting
on shimmering waves...
phantoms dried of
unreachable dreams
...
Grass and weed once
soft and cool, now break
and pierce the unshod foot
...
Beneath green canopy
no respite found
Hot and sticky is natures breath
...
A broken promise for relief
Storm clouds gather, lightening
flashes...
Upon the body under cloth
a sheen of misery, the only
moisture given
...
Oh to be a shadow on this
summer day...
crawling across spiked grass
unpricked
breathing not  natures stifling
breath
best of all....
I have yet to see a shadow
sweat
...
ccd
July 2011

I took a long drive today with the intention of riding the trike. I never did unload the trike. The ride served its purpose of clearing my mind. When I left the skies were clear.
As the ride progressed, cotton balls rolled across the sky. Then it hit me...... A bird flies by moving its wings changing the wing shape for lift and turn. We build airplanes
using engines to force the air flow over the wings for lift. If the wings or engines stop everything falls to earth...... Gravity comes into play....so how is it a cloud hangs in the air? As it gains moisture it reaches a point where it rains or snows...... yet the cloud remains when emptied......Helium is lighter than air?...Gravity? Clouds are not made of helium.....A cloud of steam can not hover, it dissipates rapidly as it cools returning to water and falling. A cloud floats thousands of feet in the air where it is much colder than the land or water it is over, should it really be able to form?
So to days poem...

Essence of a Cloud
...
No direction to it's flow
Floating between the
heavens and earth
Moving by the mercy
of the fickle winds
...
So grand is the essence
of a cloud
Soft and light it has no
bonds,yet the weight it
carries is such.....
 ...
Laying across the land
drinking the morning
perfume of spring and fall,
to be shared when the need
is there
...
Memories carried in
it's sweet touch gives shade
to a swelting summer day
...
Carried within released upon a whim,
a storm of anger...
grey and boiling, or the frozen
heart of winter waiting
for first thaw
...
The essence of a cloud
mimics the essence of
the mind  freed
or, is it the other way
...
ccd
July 2011

Happy birthday to me ....yesterday that is.... Summer weather is here. Warm and green the day is. I have been wondering if I would have a poem today. It looks like I do.
I hope you like it. I cannot put my finger on it but something else this way cometh.

A Quiet Day

Beneath clear skies
I sit upon a wooden
porch
...
As horses till a field,shadows plod across
cut grass pulling
a quiet peace
through my mind
...
Drowning the incessant
noise of tire on blacktop,
the birds give voice to
this day's story
...
I bathe myself in quiet
solitude
The gentle, warm breeze
dries  errant thoughts
...

The prose of a quiet
summer's day is all
that remains
....
ccd July 2011

Ok I have a2nd day off it is July  4th I'm bored......
I spent yesterday and last night at a campground just south of  Erie.
 It was ok but I was not put into the mood to write. I saw nothing nor experienced nothing to get inspiration.........sigh......the same goes for today.......

now for those that want to leave a comment on my poems....
at the bottom of the post where you see the term 0 comments.... put the
cursor on the  word comment ..... then click on it the comment box opens.

I am sorry I have no poem again this day.....the best part of the weekend was
the look on Kim's face when she caught a small fish. It makes the whole lazy
weekend tolerable.

Ok another week down. This one went by fast. I cut grass today and took a walk.

I took some pictuers  of the little brook with its running water. I do not have a poem for today. I hope you like the pictures.







The three bottom pictures are  of the dam. I started at the bottom. I took the next picture as I topped the dam. and the bottom is from me standing on the dam.

I am going to try something new today

hopefully you can see where I walked this day.

...

Hidden Pools and Broken Bridge

...

Beneath summer green

heart beat memories

flow into hidden pools

....

The bridge we built

through the years

now broken, I

can not cross
...

In hidden pools,

in and out,

memories flow
...

No whine or bark with

a beggars look,

your reflection of love

my little friend I miss the most
...

ccd 2011