Across the southern sky
I've seen you dancing there
Brilliant in the sunlight
The radiance of your life shining
Casting long shadows on the parched fields
The sounds and smells of my childhood
Drifting back to me like dreams on a summer night
The creek rushing by on a humid day
A lonesome train whistle bellowing to the absent
The hymns played on an upright piano
Flowing out into the air
Through the windows of the old cinder block church
Where the old men sit sleeping
And the ladies are fanning their faces.
Children at play
And a bat
So much joy in the still air of the afternoon.
And you sat upon a swing.
Golden hair clinging to your glistening face.
And a smile as big as the sky,
In your eyes,
(Footnote: I'm really not this prolific friends, I'm just posting some old peices here. After I get these posted my work will come very sparsely.)
How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it. -Marcus Aurelius