Some years ago, let's say ten,

with broken heart I picked up pen

and wrote the words to define

the current status of my mind.

I wrote the words to help me handle.

I stored them in a service manual.

One year from then and since thereafter

I do the maintenance on my tractor

and every year I find the paper

that made me somehow feel much safer.

I know these sad words were the start

of the healing of my heart

and now that love has healed my wounds

I'd like to share with those that whom

might see those words that helped me though;

My gift to every one of you.

For all of you I wish you, please,

enjoy my old filed poetry.

My mind, I think, is not so bright,

it seems, although, my heart can write

'cause every time it reads those thoughts

it skips a beat to say they brought

me to the place where once again

with mind and heart I pick up pen.

UNTITLED (as it was);

We fell in love so long ago

beneath the clouds, by moon, aglow.

We knew no matter what the weather

we could love, grow old together.

But as the years did pass us by

we grew apart, I don't know why.

All my dreams, all are shattered,

I must be brave, that's all that matters.

Tossed aside, unwanted trash,

I must forget my happy past.

I'll build a small house in the trees.

I'll live alone, do as I please.

I will escape from life's confusion

in my mansion of seclusion.

And as the seasons come and go

the past will fade as time unfolds.

The peacefulness of grazing deer

will ease my pain each passing year.

The mournful sound of mourning dove,

I'll die alone, and still in love.