A poet’s words
only get in the way..
There’s exits no language
for what we so desire
to convey…
Still we attempt
page after page.

I’m getting old
it limits my pleasures…
I still feel young
behind these eyes…

I like to hike
out into nature…
I can climb
these hills for miles…

I’m getting old
beyond good measure
but I’m still young
behind these eyes!

She loves her cats
and our chickens..
I love my dogs
and our ducks.
Our geese
obnoxiously honk
and horde over all
our farmyard clucks
keeping the vermin
at bay.

The blessings we allow
to fulfill our life’s
sustain our bodies and souls
I will never let go!