We were high school sweethearts since tenth grade.
He was the captan I was his maid.
We thought forever begin right then.
We graduated in 2002.
He said I'm joining the army
it's the right thing to do.
I be free in a while. get an education and marry you .
When I return I will send for you.
They shipped him away
He was gone a year.
I held back my tears.
Then one day out of the blue Walter Reed called
They said your boyfriend's been asking for you.
I hurried there shaking all the while.
I wondered if I would ever see him smile.
Into his room I did run.
To his bandaged side I'd come.
He said I've loved you so long
but now , I can't marry you.
I took it all in without a word.
Then said very quietly , I'm still your girl.
He started crying this full grown man.
I knew then forever had begun again.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Late Love
He was in his fifties
been alone for sometime.
I often worried about this friend of mine.
A truer southern gentle you couldn't find.
He was tall, dark , handsome and lean.
I'd been tryng sometime to get him to visit me.
Finally he came to New York City.
We did all of the tourist things.
Then one morning we were at the museum.
sitting in front of a lovely Monet.
In walked this late blooming flower.
We noticed her, she had that kind of power.
She was past her prim but still a beauty .
My friend fell so hard I thought he had hit the floor.
He said I could stay here in New York City.
Introduced himself and gave her his card.
They married soon and he was a happy fellow.
Then one year they went to his home.
A couple of years later he died down there.
She buried him down there alone.
Later on I was at the museum.
She was sitting at the Monet alone.
I spoke to her she had tears in her eyes.
She said one day they will carry me home.
Someday soon he will not be alone.
been alone for sometime.
I often worried about this friend of mine.
A truer southern gentle you couldn't find.
He was tall, dark , handsome and lean.
I'd been tryng sometime to get him to visit me.
Finally he came to New York City.
We did all of the tourist things.
Then one morning we were at the museum.
sitting in front of a lovely Monet.
In walked this late blooming flower.
We noticed her, she had that kind of power.
She was past her prim but still a beauty .
My friend fell so hard I thought he had hit the floor.
He said I could stay here in New York City.
Introduced himself and gave her his card.
They married soon and he was a happy fellow.
Then one year they went to his home.
A couple of years later he died down there.
She buried him down there alone.
Later on I was at the museum.
She was sitting at the Monet alone.
I spoke to her she had tears in her eyes.
She said one day they will carry me home.
Someday soon he will not be alone.
Waking up with you
There's nothing more than I'd rather do
than spend every morning waking up with you.
I love the soft warmth of your sweet skin.
I don't know where I end and you begin.
I run my fingers thru your hair.
When I'm touching you I haven't a care.
You're my lover and my best friend.
I want to spend forever with you
...just being.
than spend every morning waking up with you.
I love the soft warmth of your sweet skin.
I don't know where I end and you begin.
I run my fingers thru your hair.
When I'm touching you I haven't a care.
You're my lover and my best friend.
I want to spend forever with you
...just being.
A walk thru Tuscany
Let me tell you a tale.
What I'm about share has some truth.
About my friend Thomas.
Who lives in Firenze
The capital of Tuscany.
He was going for a walk
a few miles ought to do.
Down an ancient road
toward the mountians...then
he passed a lovely waterfall
and crossed an old forgotten Roman bridge
hidden from eyes by the overgrown woods.
Under the shadows of the trees
Sat a beautiful lady.
She was naked as you please!
She had the greenest eyes that he'd ever seen.
Auborn hair that shined in the light.
She stood up and slipped her garment on.
Then held out her arms and said...
do you want to dance?
And they danced to the music
that played in their heads.
He was enchanted.
She said I live in the city
I come here to be free.
you are the first person
who has ever seen me.
They talked for hours surrounded
by lillies and yellow brom flowers.
Then abruptly she turned to go.
He said Wait!
I don't even know your name
She just smiled and whispered Ciao
and slowly walked away...
What I'm about share has some truth.
About my friend Thomas.
Who lives in Firenze
The capital of Tuscany.
He was going for a walk
a few miles ought to do.
Down an ancient road
toward the mountians...then
he passed a lovely waterfall
and crossed an old forgotten Roman bridge
hidden from eyes by the overgrown woods.
Under the shadows of the trees
Sat a beautiful lady.
She was naked as you please!
She had the greenest eyes that he'd ever seen.
Auborn hair that shined in the light.
She stood up and slipped her garment on.
Then held out her arms and said...
do you want to dance?
And they danced to the music
that played in their heads.
He was enchanted.
She said I live in the city
I come here to be free.
you are the first person
who has ever seen me.
They talked for hours surrounded
by lillies and yellow brom flowers.
Then abruptly she turned to go.
He said Wait!
I don't even know your name
She just smiled and whispered Ciao
and slowly walked away...
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Walking in the cold
I'm walking down the road
There's a dusting of snow
on the ground.
My dogs thinks it's really cold
I see them glancing back toward the house.
I just keep walking on
They keep trudging along.
Just to be by my side.
The snow starts falling now.
It's getting colder somehow.
So...I turn about...and the dogs
beat me to the door.
My dogs love me true
but, no fool are they
and I won't be anymore!
There's a dusting of snow
on the ground.
My dogs thinks it's really cold
I see them glancing back toward the house.
I just keep walking on
They keep trudging along.
Just to be by my side.
The snow starts falling now.
It's getting colder somehow.
So...I turn about...and the dogs
beat me to the door.
My dogs love me true
but, no fool are they
and I won't be anymore!
Hells Hounds
On a clear blue September day
they came and took our innocents away.
And when the towers fell
They unleashed the hounds of Hell,
stole what's more important than gold.
thousands of innocent souls.
We ran, we cried, we screamed!
But some ran toward the scene.
And some stayed behind to help.
We saw who the heros were.
Much later we knew the final score.
So this is what Hate looks like.
What terror does in flight.
Help me momma I don't want to look any more!
And she says...no don't close your eyes.
I know it's a horrible site.
But we must remember...
What hate looks like...forevermore.
they came and took our innocents away.
And when the towers fell
They unleashed the hounds of Hell,
stole what's more important than gold.
thousands of innocent souls.
We ran, we cried, we screamed!
But some ran toward the scene.
And some stayed behind to help.
We saw who the heros were.
Much later we knew the final score.
So this is what Hate looks like.
What terror does in flight.
Help me momma I don't want to look any more!
And she says...no don't close your eyes.
I know it's a horrible site.
But we must remember...
What hate looks like...forevermore.
The Pool
She bathed in the lower of the two pools
Water rinsing the soap from her hair
as it fell from the upper pool.
Her skin glistened in the sun
She swam to the deeper end
Her long hair trailed her thru the water.
She sang a song of Mother Earth
A song of praise for Springs rebirth
Her music the sound of moving water.
I'll never forget her beauty that day.
Then she dressed and walked away...
and never again have I seen her.
Water rinsing the soap from her hair
as it fell from the upper pool.
Her skin glistened in the sun
She swam to the deeper end
Her long hair trailed her thru the water.
She sang a song of Mother Earth
A song of praise for Springs rebirth
Her music the sound of moving water.
I'll never forget her beauty that day.
Then she dressed and walked away...
and never again have I seen her.
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