It must be dark
out here in the cold penumbra,
where mile after mile
no one smiles,

dots and loops,
dots and loops,
a kind of blissful nullity,
beautiful and pointless,

wearing at the edges
it almost stings,
seclusion unraveling
at the underground in us all,

aubade aberrations abound,
challenging the orthodoxy
of the troublesome
morning road,

but should this near-life experience
hydroplane toward
another mineshaft, it helps to know
less is less, not more.

The under shell of
the tortoise looked
like a sunset.
Blasts of color:
orange, maroon, burnt sienna.
I caught them in
the garden at
sunrise, eating a
tomato or chewing into
a head of lettuce.
They always looked so
serious.

I was just a
sunburnt boy, with
cutoff jeans and a
straw hat.
I caught toads too.
But when they peed on me,
I let them go.
I loved that land.
Ponds and streams,
fishing and climbing trees.
oh,
sweet, green
youth.

4:00am) sleep more sleep , rise and shine
One eye open, It’s breakfast time
6 :10) choose the biggest bird from the pen
plucked the feathers off the hen

12 noon) set the table; knife, fork,spoon
1:03)clean house chase A wayward mouse

2::00pm) sewing time quilting blankets,
We make our clothes,No buying of the rack
Dresses tops, skirts and slacks
All stitched from flower sacks
Crochet and macramé a fun part of the day

5 past 4) pastry flower on the floor
Baking bread, baking Apple pies
The smell puts a smile in our eyes
Canning tomatoes canning Peas
learning different techniques like these

So much life ahead, bursting at the seams
Planning future planning dreams
5:03) My intended is down on bended knee
He has chosen to spend a life with me
A wife and mother is all I wanted to be

20past 4) we struggle to make ends meet. We both wanted so much more.
My husband Drafted in The Vietnam war
College books in hand, baby  on my knee
A big world to see Who will I  be?

5 PM) Dinner on the table. It’s a struggle,
but I am willing, and able.
Baby’s bath, bed, stories, and prayers said
9:09) quiet at last it’s study time

10:00pm)Time to lay down, I need my rest
Long hours long days,  I tried my best
Sometimes In this hard life, I felt so alone
11:00pm) Husband calls on the phone
Barely alive He’s coming home.

Thanks be to the Lord
His words, my comfort,
My shield, my sword.

Together family, we strive to work survive
Our children have grow. Lives of their own
Midnight ) Empty nest just us two we atone  
Quiet is the sound when no one is around
we weathered the storms, faced our fears
Huddled together, through the tears,


4 AM ) Now in the twilight of our soul
there will come a day to pay the toll
When God will take us home
No longer to feel alone
Lives lived to the fullest were we deceived?
we believed, and blessings we received

Hopefully God’s purpose we achieved
Everything we have learned
to discern was within God’s Ken

One day for men is 1000 years for God
2Peter 3:8 KJV