I thought that I would be recluse- And keep things to myself- My memories, experience And keep them on a shelf. Perhaps at times I'd take one down And sadly reminisce The lovely tropic sunset The fearful childhood kiss. The days when I worked cattle Out on the great divide Of friends whom I have known and loved Most of whom have died. The lovely country I have seen Throughout the great Southwest The State of my nativity The one I love the best. I find at times like these I can't Help but take my pen- And drag my mem'ries from the shelf And live them all again. For beauty is a treasure Much better when it's shared And, friends, to be quite honest- I didn't know you cared.
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Memories are best when shared with others. Most of what I write about is inspired by my memories. I guess they are the biggest part of me...where I spend most of my time these days. Great poem. Of course we care!
Member Rara Avis
I always read your poems. I even searched all the forums for your old stuff. For a while I had myself convinced you were a famous writer flexing his muscle on the sly. Why in sam hill did you have to post your picture? I just hope you keep writing, Gunslinger. In fact, I hope you write a book. Tom
Glen Hope, PA USA
We care because this is a family...so to speak...with a lot of caring people in it. We are so glad you've joined us and we just love to read your works. Your writing is wonderful and enjoyed thoroughly.
<*\\\>< Where there is faith, there is love. Where there is love, there is peace. Where there is peace, there is GOD. Where there is GOD, there is no need.
Rosemary J. Gwaltney
northern mountains, Idaho
This is a wonderful poem! I loved it through and through. I really relate to the being reclusive, and the living while most loved ones have died. This is the first of your poems I have found. Excellent!
...Living is ever like crossing rivers; finding a new life on each shore ... RJG