There, surrounded by her handmaidens, under the mystic mint leave,
lies the last of the great guardians...dying.
Born years ago , far away,  a magical birth  created from two dust dots from the Wishing Star, the Last Wish Star Guardian came to be, here to guard and priorities all wishes made by the Humans.
Dying.... her mystical powers draining from her ever so slowly. Her handmaidens weeping and confused. How can this be? A Guardian never dies. What is wrong? What has upset the mystical powers in the Universe?
Slowly the Great Guardian rises...... speaks, in a mere whisper...yet speaks.
This day is happening to me... to us....to the Universe because someone has stolen the Sacred Parchment. This  document which I have been intrusted to guard, protect has all the names and wishes that I must account for. Without it...I have no purpose...no life...no powers. It must be found..soon or I will perish and with me will die the powers of the Wish Star.
Word rapidly spread throughout the magical land and a hero was summond to take on the quest to find the stolen parchment and to save the Last Guardian. He had to be true of heart. A believer and most of all ...... in love.
Of all the the requirements, the last was hard to find yet finally the handmaidens found their champion and the quest was on.
Why did the champion have to be in love you ask? Well the answere is truely to simple for that.
LOVE CONQUERS ALL!

She's got her head hanging out  of my pickup truck,
tracing the clouds with her fingers, eyes lit up.
So many wonders she saw with those eyes,
she loved being with me, I loved those times.
Sit by the roadside, share a cold drink,
drop a line in the water, no matter if we caught anything.
Hair just a blowing, laughter in the wind......
that was a long time ago, that was then.
Head hanging out of my pickup truck,
tears in the wind, she thinks life is all screwd up.
Won't answer my question, hell won't even talk,
I miss the times we had together,  handle on it all.
I can tell she is looking, sideways to see,
like she is trying to pull answers from me.
I keep telling her this is just a bump in the road,
aint nobody perfect, Lord only knows.
Wind Swept tears, yes this time mine,
I watch her walk  away.............
she turns....... smiles....
Dad , I'll be just fine.

It's been a year and friends come and go,
my wish to all is that  with the snow,
a new beginning with wishes clear...
have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

I have enjoyed the friends met here on Hello, wish to meet more and continue the Journey.

Oh don't go deep into my waters baby,
for I run cold  under neath,
Stay close to your life line baby,
don't go where you caint see.
For I can be refreshing to you baby,
or sweep you out to sea.
No, No, don't go dredging in my dark waters, baby,
got no control over what you will see.
If you let the foolish side of you take over,baby,
you not going to like what you find in me.
I'm like the ocean waters, oh so much uncontrolled energy,
I can give so much to you baby,
just got to know there is no controlling me,
I'm not in charge of my dark waters baby,
so you'd be a fool to  not believe........
Don't go deep into my waters..........Baby.

An unguarded moment let a memory unlock a door....
a place we had agreed we wouldn't visit anymore.
In the center of the room a lone rocking chair...
memories swept through me , a chill in the air.
The chair began to rock and a familiar perfume...
I was taken back to a place..me and you.
The softness of your hair,the lips, the touch...
oh how I remember what I miss so much.
Daggers of pain pierce my flesh...
all of this memory I have worked to forget.
The chairs' rocking tempo spins out of control..
the air in the room is uncomfortably cold.
I try to leave and resecure the door...
this memory  must be left...I 'm not  reliving more.
The eyes I swam in , how they turned to coal,
the warming touch that went icy cold.
Those lips that spit those final words...
I spin with these daggers..never healed from the hurt.
The demons that invaded our lives of one,
I could have helped you fight but it was not what you want.
My mind is now on full alert...gather the stength..one final ****.
The door slams shut, I find the lock...
Silence  envelopes me...the chair final stops........
One tiny scratch behind the door..I hear the pain daggers drop to the floor.

Spent three days in jail, waiting for computer error to clear.
Automated customer service has me on hold, for what seems like years.
Debit card at the grocery store doesnt want to scan,
had to put back half of the groceries, not enough cash on hand.
Now they got these games,that let you bowl or fish,
all done in PJs, indoors.
Seems like no one wants to put on bug juice or bait a hook
around here any more.
Got Teenagers playing Combat games, up to level four.
Bet they would crap their pants if they had to go out of an aircraft door.
Drop their **** in middle of the night,
where bullets fly both ways
and if you  make it but your buddy dont,
then your left with the blame.
Laugh at me  and my simple ways, really dont give a ****,
wonder where we all will be when they start scanning our hands?
.........Your call is important to us , your approx wait time is......

This is a melody in my head...want to hear it?

If we could work it out...there is no need to shout..
we are both really saying the same thing.
You dont believe...that what  is here is real..
you still say that your better of without.
I just cannot believe, after all you seen of me,
that you still stand there with your doubt.
Ok , we wont work it out..you slammed the door and went out...
another night with me here with my head.
Voices ringing on, mocking all the wrongs, taunting me to stay here
like your fool.
Fool, left all alone, wondering why I go on, just let it go and try
to find a happy end.
Yes , to be happy once again,
laughing with my friends,
being the kind of fool that I can really  get into.
Dancing on the floor, let my engines roar,
laughing in to the on coming wind.
....just a melody I had in my head. Want to hear it again?

Im in the arms of an Angel,
not for my eternal rest,
the heart beat of my Grandaughter
keeping a rythem on my chest.
Eyes that shine brightly,
new paths  to explore.
In the arms of my little Angel
I have alot to look forward.
Somewhere up in the Heavens,
a roll count is being  kept.
I am sure they will come up short one......
she's  cuddled on my chest.

Got my hair slicked back, pack of red Dentyne.
Fresh brushed boots and ironed jeans.
Just washed the truck out at the lake,
drop a dime in the phone and check on my date........
last night as a civilian.
Got big plans , hope  for that long , long kiss,
bet her eyes open wide when she gets a look at this!
Been hauling hay  all summer long,
knew I was going in for the long haul.
Caint make a living on this dried up land,
got to go with Uncle Sam's plan.
So this box holds all my wishes and dreams........
we'll see....
Last night as a civilian.

Well they sat me down in a barber chair,
spun me around and I had no hair.
Troops out in the parking lot marking time,
singing this reality song to pass the time.
No Dentyne gum out here, no teenage queen,
fresh starched fatiques  and a M16.
Still got that little box in my wall locker,
still got her picture , even got that big , long kiss...
it was my last night  for alot of things.........

Bathing... she was waist deep in the river,
body glistening in the morning sun.
A sharp contrast to our eyes,
considering the hell we just came from.
The Lt became a West Point gentelman,
Pvt.Pete's face turned a brighter shade of red,
I gave the order to ground rucks and kindly turn our heads.
I walked up to the rivers edge and with broken words and sign,
tried my best to assure  this bathing beauty, that every thing was fine.
Seems though it was us more put out then her,
she gave us all a smile.
air dried her long black hair , then casualy walked by.
She disappeared into the same jungle we had been in for days,
gave one last look back and gave us all a wave.
Now the men all had been smoked, rucks had took their toll
but there was not a single grip when i gave the order to hit the road.

I sit..... my face melts into my coffee cup....
self pity demons raise  up from the tablecloth
and slam my head on the table top..again..and again.
My heart kicks at the chestwalls that keep it from its freedom.
I am out of here it screams!
Why am I still just siting here?
A whisp of freedom promise is still ringing in my head....
wonderful words she had said.
Slam..slam , the demons smash my head on the table top.
Are you done yet? Are you still siting here?
We can do this all day. Move, say something!
Self pity is not your path...your the mover, the motivator...
the one who always has the right answers to someone elses happiness.
Why not you this time?
The heart quits kicking at my chestwalls..either it is tired or it feels me
mulling over the questions.....perhaps a chance, perhapes one more go around .
I see images in my coffee cup of couples holding hands, young and old alike....so happy, so together, so....in love?
Still other images emerge...families still doing things together... camping, fishing, movies...so real...so like I planned it....
slam! Slam!   The demons are not letting up......Ok , I know what they want.....but first I need a fresh cup of coffee, this one has too many memories  floating around in it.
Perhapes I should make that call, write that letter....just go.

There is a road that I travel on in the back of my mind. It is where I go to  ponder on the troubles in my life.
You won't find this road on any maps  around.
It is  far behind the these troubled eyes  and the twist of my mouth.
This road is no stranger to me ,
we have traveled many miles.
Each twist and turn, *** hole and cow paddy mines,
always together though somewhere in my mind.
When I finish up the journey down this stretch of road,
I can come back to the nowaday, relaxed without a load.
Somewhere in the back of mind, near and old dead tree,
there you will find  what I left behind...
that what was bothering me.

The World looks different at  60 feet,
standing on the Huey skids, gritting my teeth.
Birds coming in fast and smoke rising slow,
drop into the tall grass not knowing which way to go.
Ears trying to hear and eyes not believing,
mortars and ******, men screaming and bleeding.
Yes the World looks different at 60 feet,
now hovering above me  where I'd rather be.
It's been  years now , the sights and sounds have gone to fade,
still look to the skies when I hear those blades.
Men faced walls of steel in that tall ****** grass,
at 60 feet my Brothers I raise this glass.
Gone but not forgotten.

Up here on this knoll,
bitter, hurt, cold.
I see them gathered , dressed in black,
offering words of pity, a hug,
a shoulder..........
ya right! A helmet full of those tears will not bring him back!
All it would have took was a "hold up Bro, put that beer down,"
or somebody calling off buying more rounds.
This live hard, ride hard, just a bunch of crap!
Down there now, shoveling life, how cool is that?
Could have shoved that scoot in the back of the bar,
threw his *** in a truck or a car.
No we had to rock, we had to roll....
now I am up here watching ,the last part of the party, down below.
  Ah the hell with all this, I need to go down and say my good beyes,
the one I am mad at has already died!

It greets your nose with mixture of smoke, perfume and stale beer.
On the counter , an empty pickle jar , a few dollars in there.
Always a need for that jar , times get rough,
it's  a way we help friends and pray it never is us.
Band is setting up and sound checks going right,
few folks already here, going to be a good night.
Folks come in here to take a load off  for awhile,
some come to sip, others to get plum wild.
Barmaid looking good with that pushup bra,
boy got lucky and married her last fall.
Six days a week this bar rocks and rolls
and true to the good Lord  on Sunday we closed.
A few new boys and gals here to night,
pitching pick up lines, one might be right.
Someone will get lucky and cross that line,
someone will be in luck, get drunk  but leave the car for the night.
This old bar is a meet and greet place,
information gets passed and memories erased.
Cookouts in the back for a charity or two.
Bike wash, car wash, a  flash of skin might happen too.
All in all, this place fits us all,
I'm glad to say that I am a part of this old bar.

I close my eyes.....
see you there...
a touch of white lace.......
long , flowing hair.
I breath in.......
smell the fresh scent.....
ordinary shampoo.......
money well spent.
We move....
experience here......
nice and slow, knowledge, mature.
Each move countered, well received,
the  sheets lift from  a cooling breeze.
I feel.......
moist lips with a gentle part,
not rushing, moving over  selected parts.
I feel......
fingers guided by passion yet under control.
The nights journey is about to unfold.
I hear........
Silence...except your breath,
movement of lace,
the slip of the bedspread.
I sense......
it is my turn to return the pleasure,
to receive is one thing, to give is better.
I close my eyes......... breath in.....
Smile

The taste of Life , though bittersweet,
still lingers on my lips.
Tainted with what is known now,
smeared with what I missed.
My eyes no longer all aglow,
my heart no open door.
My lips are chapped with reality,
my tongue ,silenced above the roar.
Oh Life, give me a crytal ball,
no need to be shimmering clear.
Let me catch just a sliver of a glance,
tainted lips, bile after taste , what I had always feared.
I gave, I took, I watched and often all with smiling lips.
To thank me for what I sacrificed...
you leave me to face this.....
Twist the blade you leave behind...please!

Oh Sister of the Lake, quench this fire that rages through my veins!
Brother Wind  please dry these tears that come from the pain.
My soul is on fire  and I see no relieve in sight,
Mother Earth please give me a place to hide.
I have curled  up in the arms of Cousin tree,
told him of my fears and what in my dreams I see.
Nephew Robin  listened and tried  his best to calm,
yet  as I closed my eyes the fire raged on.
Oh Sister of the Lake, is there help here for me?
Let me take a breath and lay here in your arms,
perhapes with your cooling touch , perhapes the flame will be gone.

I see leaves from trees, winter wind just a blowing,
making an assualt like paratroopers on folks  lawns.
I hear the geese  gather up and form their formations,
quaking loudly that they are up and gone.
Morning rush to the work has to be coordinated,
that old truck needs time to warm up.
frost on the winshield, wind just a blowing,
time for one more coffee warm up.
Evening breeze brings the smell of wood stoves going,
holiday baking  and burning leaves from the yards.
Yes I do believe ... Winter is here!

Ever try and find something, something really needed?
Find **** near everything else, except what your seeking.
I needed to find a letter ,  all legal and all,
I have found  enough other things to start my own mall.
There's that old collector *******, I could have sworn was taken by my son,
I'll have to apologies to him, I got that one all wrong.
Found the deed to the land, I had to go and file a new,
hell who knows what I'll find , mabey a dollar or too. Na.
Found the long lost pacifier, well it was really hid,
man  it took along time for Brande to get over it.
I should show it to her now and see if there's still a connect,
ok , mabey not  I know how touchy pregnate women get! Smile
So finally I find the letter, man  I thought was lost.
So I'll try and see the appoinment man , hope  this letter was all.
Smile

The scene of the accident, folks all standing around.
Everybody's cell phone out , must text this now.
Post this on Facebook, got to Tweet my friends.
Someone is reading this text while driving
and BANG...it starts all over again!
Couples don't gaze into each others eyes
while in a restaurant  no they are texting with one hand, what the hell is wrong?
For a world that objects to invasion of their privacy,
like the security check for a plane seat,
Yet we see more of them  then need to see
every time they Tweet!

Take your shoes off,  follow me to my home.
Gonna go down a red clay road,
feel it sqeeze up through your toes.
Not to worry..bucket by the porch to wash them feet.
Come on up here, get out of this heat.
That down yonder, case the need aroused,
that my friend is called an outhouse.
Think I got most of the spiders out there,
won't eat much, don't be scared.
We cleaned up a mess of rabbits yesterday.
Fried them , plenty, you will stay?
Oh, I am sorry, no running water here.
cold water comes up with that well bucket over there.
Now we stay up till a cooling breeze,
them fans will start going, if you feel the need.
Once the morning chores all get done,
we'll take you to the lake and show you some country fun.
Will swing off that rope swing that we got *******,
some folks get real fancy, diving, flipping and such.
Me I'm kind of laid back on that inter tube,
don't need alot of splashing getting into my cold brew.
So take off your shoes, follow me home.
Got good country cooking, second to none.

I have seen too much.
Ate too much, drank too much....
danced too much..... crawled,
cried, felt, hurt too much.
I have fought too much
Killed too much. Buried too much.
Had nightmares too much, forgot too much.
Ran, carried, jumped,sled too much.
I have been lonely too much, alone too much...
worked, spent, gave too much.
.............. I have said too much.

Listen, listen with your heart and you will hear.
...................
A whisper...faint...clear.......
soon  a promise of love, a gift....soon.....
time is  drifting all so near.

Feel with your eyes ..... see the gift.....
the gift that the whisper promised to give...Smile

I did not see my parents in the bleachers, the night of the game.
How  lack luster was the joy when I finally got of the bench,
scored with the winning play.
I did not see the Marksman who had me in his sights.
I did not get to see the medic who never left my side.......
I did not see you.
I did not get to see the family who holds hands and prays,
then sits around a dinner table with smiles and laughter on their face.
I did not see you.
I did not see the dark clouds gathering in the West.
I did not see the warning in the inbound text.
Some say you can hear a freight train way before you see the light.
I say there are some things we will never see and still be alright.
I did not see you............

They called him up to the main office, told him Friday was his last day,
he came back down to the shop, started puting his things away.
Took down all them old posters, been there since 84.
Hard to believe this day had come, not excited anymore.
Got the call to the main office, I wondered now what again?!
called me on the carpet, said I'd be replacing him.
Stood there in amazement, just couldn't get it to sink in.
I'm replacing my teacher, boss,......my friend.
Times we used to talk about how many years left to this day.
Sleep in with no alarm clock, fish the day away.
Finally buy that Harley or mabey take that cruise.
Somehow it's not like the dream when you finally get the news.
I walked him to his truck and found no words to say,
seems  kind of odd, we used to talk all **** day.
So I shook his hand and gave him a hug,
sent him on his way. Walked back into the shop,
it now seems so strange.
Watched him from the open doors disappear in a cloud of dust.
One mans journey ended here today, one is about to start.

I dare not hold you,
not the fear of spilling your drink
It is the constant reminder,
how you can change in just a blink.
You are the one I try to love ,
try  Oh how true...
useless to to give that a thought
when the alchol hits you.
Walked in rain and screamed to the skies,
who created such a thing!!!!
Those lips that should be touching mine,
poisoned with this drink.
Eyes that should see clear the bridges that she burns,
focus on nothing else but the next glass that she yearns.
From her perch, the barstool throne, empires crumble
at her feet.
Not caring as she grasps her refilled glass,
tomorrow's empty sheets.

In a window of an old pawn shop, you stood there looking back at me,
I could tell we both had some hard roads, two of a kind it seems.
So I went in and asked for your freedom, seemed the right thing
to do at the time.
We have traveled a many back roads, yep we are two of a kind.
Your face carries as  many scars as I have of my own.
They say it  is a note book of the lessons learned the hard way,
on the road we travel on.
We've seen the insides of most bars, back allys
and a ditch or two.
Guess there really aint much we haven't done, two of a kind, us two.
Yep I get  a new stich here and there, you get a new string or two.
Back together on the road, singing, telling, writing.
It's what we  were meant to do.
Some would say  this is crazy, the thing we  have at this time.
I say let them think what  they want. We are buds, pals...
two of a kind.

I have spiraled this way to the ground before.
From the highest pinnacle of happiness
to be crashed on failures rocky shores.
The taste of emptiness, bile of reject.
The pain of a heart torn from my chest.
I have felt all of these way before you could speak.
Now you have laid these  same feeling on me.
I am not a newcomer to this way , I know what to do.
I have walked in the shadows long before you.
To maintain my sanity I have Black and White,
cross neither of these lines and I sleep well at night.
My heart is an *****, a God given gift.
Though I may feel like dying, I know I still live.
Me still living ..well that's the Black and White...
for if I feel pain...I know Iam still alive!
They say one day knowledge will come.
All that was said will be undone.
I  cover this thought with a pain hidding smile
I had these same thoughts as I raised you woman from a child.
They say it is sad that no words from me  to you part.
I say it is best to remain silent , only speak with my heart.
If you can not see what your actions have wronged,
then I feel such a fool  to have trusted the bond.
They say if you love it, let it be free...
if it returns ..then it was to be.
I say a Father never lets go..
for if she must run, he becomes the road.
If she must fly, he becomes her wings.
If she is in danger , he becomes the steel.
You may  deny your status , cut family ties..
but a Father is a Father till the day that he dies.

A red feathered hawk glides across the semi frozen fairways
as  potential morsels scramble off the daily menu.
He  picks  at random , enjoys his meal, then starts his
search anew.
Such is Life.
A flat bottom ****** has found his home near the pond on  green number two.
Surrounded by trees on all sides for his **** building to choose.
Atlas he chose what wasn't wise and took a beam from someones porch.
So now he dangles at the end of a trap secured to a tree of course.
Such is Life
Wild geese come and gather round, here they found a place to stay.
Each day their wandering gets kind of wild when golf ***** sail their way.
Their droppings cause quite a mess on these wealthy mens shoes
but I laugh inside most of the time , this isn't the worse thing they could do.
Such is Life.
To me , to see nature entwine with population and still come to some course of harmony,
brings a peaceful moment to my life but mabey that's just me.
Such is Life

So many things I want to show her in my life.
So many places  she hasn't seen.
All the things I have taken as normal in my time.
These places for her are an odyssey.
Foods from the far and exotic lands,
Things folks now see on TV.
I have eaten these as normal  day of life,
she wants to to really see.
So many years now I have put pennies in this jar.
The jar that should  bring this to a reality.
So with this dollar I fold a little note.
"Be sure to see for for me."
Chase that lobster with no claws
right across the ocean floor.
eat civichi with the natives at night.
Drink *** and coconut from the  core.
Watch the sting rays do their mating dance,
let the howler monkeys make you laugh.
Take each step as I have done before.
Make each memory last."

Ti's a sad thing when the mind closes down,
that last trick on our life as Death  starts his prowl.
Leaves the body with no warming thoughts,
memories of life lived full of joy and love.
Or perhapes it is not such a tragedy,
a way  compassion joins peace of mind in company.
Yet , here the living still find it a pain,
looking in the eyes of love , never to recall again.

Hello Walls, I am home.
No echoes from my keys,
I must still be alone.
Wow , Walls there is something different about you.
Did you change your corners? You look different, you do!
So how was your day?  Oh well that's cool.
Me? Oh I am just glad the day is through.
Have you eaten yet?Oh , well that's fine.
I'll cook myself something. No I don't mind.
Good night Walls, it's been a long day.
No , I dont' mind if you stay up. Really, it's ok.

Standing on this porch I plead with the Wind.
Asking to blow you back to me again
but all I see is your fading tail lights.
The Wind is blowing through the hole in my heart,
echoes of cruel words said in the heat of the dark,
there is no way of this  coming to any good.
I'm standing here wishing that it would.
My pleads to  the Wind seemed unheard,
so I asked  the Rain a favor from her,
to wash this pain from my eyes,
but the Wind had already  tried.
I'm left  with memories of faded tail lights.
Standing on this porch on this rainy night,
the Wind blowing around everything in sight,
still no sign of you.
Still no sign of you.
Somewhere in a place unknown,
you're there and  you want to come home.
Ask the Wind what should you do.
There is someone still standing , waiting for you.

What if I open a door and let you in?
Show you a world you'd be comfortable in.
What if what you read in those books would come true,
tell  me, what would you do?
Rose petals floating in a bathwater just for you.
Breakfast in bed waiting for you.
Tell me. Tell what would you do?
What if I showd you that a man can do right.
Work hard all day, come home at night.
See the things that you have done.
Pass compliments on each and every  one.
Listen to you as you say your piece.
Want only to hold you in a lovers sleep.
Tell me, tell what would you do?
What if..... what if I show you that all this had been done,
even after all this , I eat at a table for two....but I am only one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zB_oZAMldo&feature;=share     This a poem I had written that with the help of a good friend, I feel, has given a new look  and respect to those who have served. Take a knee.

Find that which gives you peace...
hold it in your reserve.....
find it to give you strength
when all seems to unnerve.
With out the peace that calms the soul..
the weight of the world seems a unbearable load.
Call upon the reserve you have , tucked away...
let peace come to you, the storm at bay.
We create our own Hell sometimes it seems...
yet healing can come with a little peace.

Words  are so fragile yet powerful once touched,
whispered in the winds, needed oh so much.
Words have launched a thousand ships, spoken by men long gone.
Remembered by all who read, inscripted on granite walls.
Words seem to be unspoken when relationships slip away,
there are so many words to use...yet nothing is left to say.
We stumble on the right words to use when we try to say goodbeye,
yet all that is left to the ears is the lonesome bugle cry.
Poets around the world use words everyday,
one only has to stop and read ,  so much one has to say.
My words are just that, words on a electric page,
words that I hope, record the journey of the day.
Words...... the mind travels as the soul stays  in its safety zone,
listening for a fragile reply.
Waiting, wondering if the  words he wrote had died.

It' been ten days since I spoke to you..
nine days since my heart was torn in two...
Eight days since you spiraled at what ever we said..
Seven days since you did'nt respect me as your Dad..
Six days  days of me trying to stay calm..
five days of geting phone calls from your Mom..
four days you have slept back under my roof...
three days of us trying to work it through...
two days of us laughing again...
And one day since you said you were sorry!
But who's counting!

She had arms that could hold me tight,
lips that take you to paradise.
A rock and roll heart that has to party
all the time.
She knew how to make you smile,
smart in the ways of making you
wonder why.
An expert on making the blues come around.
Some always try to get to her best side.
Think they have a chance just because she smiles.
I stand back , I know the truth.
She held me once , oh so tight,
sweat from our bodies cooling in the night.
That was before the blues rolled around.
Yes that was before ..........the blues rolled around.

They laid a few men off at the factory.
Some how that pink slip avoided me.
Later I walked to my truck and closed the door.
I hung my head and thanked the Lord.
I cannot remember how this ship wrecked.
Why I am working now from check to check.
I  cannot look my family in the eyes.
They think  that that every thing is still fine.
I don't ever want a *** of gold.
Just be able to work for the bills I owe.
Have a food enough for my family to eat.
A roof over their head to sleep.
I'll work from sunlight to dark.
Been a working man since I could walk.
Tommorrow I'll go back to that factory.
I quess I'll see if Lady Luck will be riding with me.

They met here, not by plan but chance,
an exchange of ideas, melody, poetry,
not romance.
Each day their time and exchanges grew longer,
the strings of support becoming ever much stronger.
The words and poetry came much easier then,
the melody and lyrics rushed out of them,
yet neither knew nor confessed,
that better as two, they did their best.
The winds carried their  poetry to a listening crowd.
They gathered regular at the Corner, ready to be wow'd.
Too  much  into each others poetry exchanges,
the two continued....yet everywhere, somewhere.
things are a changing.
Who knows which one  found themself to far,
had made a promise to not get envolved.
One day the Corner only presented one,
that poet  realized the absence,  the music was gone.
Poetry and music, lyrics and words,
still on the Corner today can be heard.
The regular still come and they want to be wow'd.
One lonely poet tries to please them some how.