Words are not like bullets
to be in the gun loaded:
they are each a fertile seed
within the writer's heart to be planted

If I cry enough tears
would they please,
kindly drown me
in my sleep?

Life in one word-
attitude

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                              A Roadside Snapping Turtle in April

If you’d spent the winter
Sleeping deep down in the mud
You’d be snappish too!

Don't say
  you wish to be a bird
  it's too easy
  to be shot at!

I engraved her name on the picnic table
Then I engraved the stone over her grave
I engraved the memory of her face on my heart
I engraved the words on the walls of  my prayers
Then out of desparation I engraved her memory in poem