Poems
Sixty-three years in the making, ten minutes writing it down,
Pages of poems creating now that I am looking around;
People and places I've been to, senses bring triggers to me;
Out through my pen flow these poems, speaking to what I now see.Pain there has been like the rain fall, nurturing cropland and trees;
Sunshiny days in between them, making my heart sing with ease;
Winters were followed by springtime, summer's been followed by fall;
Each had their treasures to render, life-giving joy best of all.As I drive into my future, ever more trucks on the road;
Crops coming off all around me; last sunny days of the fall;
Place to turn off comes up to me, options both here and beyond;
Smooth is the highway before me, into the future I am bound.Life in my home-town is waking; coffee's put onto the hob;
Showers spray life to the sleepy; fresh-ironed clothes for the job;
Into that life I'm returning, from cloudy days drenched with rain;
Bright morning sun bathes the roadway, happier times I begin.navigation