Family Well At Home

Atop the large green grove sat
A house made of love and stone.
Inside the house of peoples three
Lived a family well at home.

The mother loved and cared for all
And on weekends danced the night away.
The father danced with her a happy tune
And would work during the day.

The once a baby now in school
To learn about all there is.
Today she'll listen all she can
To what her teacher says.

A family such as this I wish
To have one day exist.
This will not happen over night
But my wife will assist.

I'm still not married yet you see
But soon that will change.
In due time there will be
A wedding for you and me.

Be not dismayed at the wait
For patience is a virtue.
Hold on just a little longer
And know that I love you.

She loves ME?

Why does this woman love me so?

So much as to want to marry me...
I don't deserve to be in her presence,

Let me explain why.

I do things for her that pale in comparison

To what she does for me.

I do things that upset her constantly...

So, why does she love me so?

Sure, I can make her laugh when she's sad.

Sure, I can buy her things and kiss her boo-boos.

Sure, I can driver her around and take her on dates.

But, why does she love me so?

We come from different family types,

We come from different backgrounds,

We often don't see eye to eye,

So, why does she love me so?

For some reason she loves me.

I may never understand why.

I only know that I don't deserve her.

So, why does she love me so?

Why does she love me so?

Summer Bonfire

*From earlier this year. I had forgotten my password. But now it is up.

Warm glow, burning bright

Child embers, gasping for life

Granted by the kindling

Surrounding light, limited

Too close, too hot

Too far, too cool

Surrounding chairs, occupied

Mallows, toasted

And laid on beds of chocolate

Covered in blankets of graham

Classic treat

Chatter between common folk

Friend to one, friend to all

All sharing in the stories

Bring the music, the dancing starts

Watch the shadows follow along

The flames themsleves will join the fun

The night will pass, the morn comes closer

People come, people go

A time was had, spent together

In the morn, back to work

We'll do this again soon, my friends

Ant and the Picnic

An ant crawls on the ground

Six legs step in three-legged sync

On the dirt paved earth below the forest of grass

A canopy ahead

Fabric of red and white

Checkered large roof

Pressed down by wood-woven ships

Aboard are rations

Shielded by invisible force-fields

Large two legged mammals descend

Unpacking the ship of its contents

Down onto the crippling canopy, crushing the grass

The ant climbs upon the canopy

To have a closer look

Spotting the rations, desire takes heed

The faint smell of rations

Sends the ant into a spell

He begins to lose control

The desire for rations

So very strong

As he crawls to the shielded feast

A small break in the field

Allows for a sneak taste

Temptation takes over as he tastes some more

Movement felt over the entire field

The shielded rations

Have taken to air

The mammal deactivates the shielding with ease

Frightening the ant

Inducing panic

The ant makes haste

To leave the treat be

Will demise be his fate?

Or will he make it to safety?

We must wait and see

Meeting Her

I didn't see it coming...
The way things arrived...
That now occur...
And it's because of her.

A friend of a friend,
dancing for the first time,
swinging on the floor.
Spring-time seed planted.

Summer rains, and the seed grew.
A friendship of its own bloomed.
Still others blocked the sunlight,
but slowed to the right pace.

Interest and intrigue,
I saw her more and more...
Thought of her more and more...
Wondering more and more...

Another stood in the way,
bringing only possible destruction.
Being myself, and hanging out,
he was moved out.

Unintentional conversations...
Ambiguous references...
Then finally, it happened on triple 10s.
Now it's official, and days are happy.