"Lesson from a Companion"

Timeless passions; together we shared,

acting like children; if we dared.

From early on; we connected,

strong like pillars; fully erected.

Seasons came; and time has passed,

awaiting our faiths; our journeys last.

Trial and error; and through tribulation,

you and I have a relation.

Though not of blood; you are my brother,

for I would have it; in no way other.

Sharing lifes passions;living each day,

yearning for youth; wanting to play.

Memories of old; rekindling the past,

our youthful spirits; hoping they last.

Friendships come; and friendships fade,

upon our hearts; this burden laid.

Seperate lives; we must live,

passions yearned for; things we give.

It's not the burden; or the pain,

in the end; it's what we gain.

From youth to elder; and in between,

pillers over time; they must lean.

Weakened foundation; structures cracked,

coming apart and; un-evenly stacked.

Within nature; things move along,

forging onword; leaving the past.

Within the passing; of each day,

Relationships strengthen; or fade away.

Our history is past; future unknown,

our lives are not; etched in stone.

Word to the wise; live each day,

be it known; we're withering away.

"Tears"

Tears from within, can set your

Head and heart into a spin..

Tears from joy, tears from pain,

Who's to say what is to gain

Tears can cleanse the soul,

Or make you feel, half or whole...

Tears are our way, of expressing pain and joy, happiness and fear,

Every man, woman, and child, should experience a tear

Without a tear, you live a lie,

They are not for sale, for you to buy

So shed as many as you wish,

But, please always remember this

Without a tear, you live a lie

Praise the Farmer

Raising cattle; to fields of grains,

Nobody knows; the farmers pains,

With dry spouts; a threat to all,

Undoubtedly: one will fall

A farmers life; depends on much,

Equipment and tool: weather and such,

Schedules and plans; must be on target,

In hopes of profit; at the market

From seed to product; he works all day,

Plowing fields: and bailing hay,

Late to bed; early to rise,

Always looking; for the prize

The biggest veggie; awarded cattle,

He continues to rage; the daily battle,

For wed be not, lest their yields,

They give us life; from their fields

They greet the day; dawning their armor,

Praise them high; for they be farmers.

Smile

Smile, for your beauty lies within

Greet thy day; and let love begin...

Most often, I await; and anticipate

your return,

Looking forward, never backwards,

Rekindling our fires, and passions we yurn..

So take on thy day; do what ye must,

Return unto me, thy passions and lust,

For now relax, and stay awhile,

As you know, tomorrow begins,

Yet another day, and another smile

"Shelter in a Pinch"

Wondering alone, lost in splendor,

This canopy of trees; forms a shroud.

Nightfall is approaching, there’s no way out

Needing a shelter; beneath these clouds.

I forage for boughs, and other twig,

To form a shelter; protection, for the night.

From within the dark; the sounds one hears,

can surely stir a fright…

With twig and leaves as my walls,

Making sure it is sturdy,

I crawl inside, curled up in shiver,

seeking comfort; before night falls.

Within this shelter, I feel at ease

able to hide; if I please,

For now it is home, this leafy dome,

tomorrow, is another day…

Safe from the elements, feeling ok,

I drift off to slumber; and end this day.

Waking in morn, feeling renewed,

a sense of pride; admiring the view…

For the shelter I built; withstood the night,

I foraged the wilds; and back home I race

Being of clear mind; using my skills,