Race of life

 The race of life begins

Were I of fleet feet once again

The old man would strike out

the young one so easily passing

Slow down! She’d loudly shout.

Contemplation

 Contemplating the end of day

We think of what lies below

Contemplating the reflection of our life

Of where beyond we shall go

Or maybe just being here is nice.

The two were one

 The two were always one

He had to keep a grip upon his bride

For memory couldn’t keep her by his side

He thought back to times before the stray

And longed for times of walking the same way.

Last light

 The last light upon Alligator

To frame the scene in fleeing light

Before the perfect white takes flight

Who saw the play upon the day

Before the curtain of night held sway?

Pause

 A pause upon the bridge at Alligator

When crossing the bridge to pause

Search for trolls and creatures below

Bridges are good our pace to slow

Soon enough the long trail calls.

Trail head

 Trail head

These days of lament we keep our distance 

Each in our own world we exist

The scenes only seen by me alone

Pause until between us distance grown.

A welcome spire

 A welcome spire

Never do I tire looking toward the spire

For atop the steeple is a cross

For when the sin rampant and I tire

I claim alone His cost.

Home in Mayo

 What is it of November?

Of the old place I remember

That Sandhill song draws

and to the home place it calls. 

In the garden of the greens

 God said, walk with me in my garden,

I bet you didn’t know I was decidedly Southron 

Why else do you think I created collard greens?

and cane syrup to boot for

cold frosty morns. 

Thigpen

 Old Thigpen had Christmas up always early

It wasn’t plastic and tacky tinsel inside

No, it was by the back door for Santa to see

Merry and bright with his smile so wide. 

Gathering

 i heard there was a gathering...of the Stokes family..they said Billy Ferrell was there...Curt and Grace,Marzell and Luther too...even Irene, Hazel, Joe and Parks....i do not know why i missed that eighty-three reunion....i would have liked to have been there...to see William Clark in yellow...Jimmy in the matched socks...Clara such a mountain beauty...Rose and Barbara equally....that baby and wife of Billy...the child hiding behind Jimmy...Luther Ray what ever distracted thee?

What to remember

 What to remember

Aurelia D Wallace

Woman remembers the yearning, not the getting.

Man remembers the gift, not the giving.

Babe remembers the sucking, not the breast.

I remember the living, not the dead.

Tomb remembers the dead, not the living.

Governments count the fed, not the starving.

Child remembers the answer, not the calling.

Rain remembers the sky, not the falling.

Tide remembers the shore, not the rising.

I remember the living, not the dying.

Iris Jeanette Pueschel