I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now!
To see an earlier decade, the link is:
Sunday, October 6, 2013
from my tractor is apples.
changes the orchard each day.
winds arise from no where
find bruised fruit in the hay.
the last of the windfall,
with the orchard’s past:
feathers, dead rabbits and fallen nests
abandoned, never hatched.
This is my life, plain and simple My land once plowed by horse teams. The orchard both nurses and buries Life cycles and failed dreams.