Hi! dette er den google oversætter så lad os se, hvor godt det gør.


Det er godt at høre fra dig igen. Hvorfor internettet ringe til dig igen? Jeg føler nogle ændringer, der kommer på. Jeg tror, ​​de vil være gode forandringer. Jeg har bekymringer, men ingen sand frygt for fremtiden.

Jeg overlader valget til dig for at åbne ay konto. Jeg kan huske, hvor meget det irriterede dig gennem årene.

Jeg vil gerne vide, hvad du synes om mine digte, selvom der har været lidt de sidste 2 år.

Du kan grine af, hvor dårligt denne oversætter arbejder. Jeg har altid gerne holde mine venner griner.

Med dig at være ude af syne det ikke sætte dig ud af mit sind.


En ven du har været, en ven, du forbliver
Jeg vil tale med dig snart her eller på y.

Greetings and well wishes to all my friends and readers. Much has been on my mind which is why I have not been writing poems as often. Inspiration is as far between as the things on my mind. The lake was reopened for activities.

Two weeks ago I took a walk after work. Well lets say for 2 weeks the lake was calling. It called until I answered with the little trip. This short drive was

a trip down memory lane. So, this poem is of one of my first walks at the lake

10 years of walks 2 weeks of calling  1 instant of inspiration 3 days to compose.  Enjoy.

Broken Pew

A copse of hemlocks stands beside
my path...

Called into this grand temple of

natures solitude
I bring a
noisy mind...

Amid this hemlock cathedral,
beckoning....

Young was the

tree with broken back whose crown only

in reverence touched the ground...

Now, is but a skeleton of life..

This seat offered I take, I watch, I listen...

Chants carried upon the breeze
from shadowed columns

 are but whispers

passed from swaying tree to

flowing stream

From this broken pew
 I loose the noise
...find my soul