walls holding the past
what was—a battered mailbox
gleaming “Got Jesus”
Lone Pine
by the water’s edge
a stroke of loneliness hits
a small pine drowning
Rusty Trucks
sun on rusty trucks
silently recalling those
happy bygone days
walls holding the past
what was—a battered mailbox
gleaming “Got Jesus”
by the water’s edge
a stroke of loneliness hits
a small pine drowning
sun on rusty trucks
silently recalling those
happy bygone days