poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Old school mates, from 61 years ago.
That says it. That, and: my goodness.
Imagine seeing someone you once knew that you haven't seen for a lifetime.
A wonderful event.
A tremendous wow to all, even persons reading this. You get the idea. It doesn't often happen.
Of course It warms the heart.
stand back, make room.
no obstruction, time is moving.
open road free wheeling,
fine weather hauling.
hills won't matter.
free spirits chatter.
songs are calling.
we're heading home. we're heading home.
there's one reported this a.m.
a solo rabbit at first light; out scouting.
all the great night storms predicted
resulted in a sprinkle.
so night ran quietly on hardly a breeze.
74 degrees This mornin', warm as you please. 85 this a.m.
looking at cloud thickness all day.
and hey, now i can hear it raining.
to you i send a warm hello
and advice to keep a lookout for what's ahead.
how prepared can you be?
please, be as best as you are able.
after a night out staying fully alert.
morning wakes in silence, no one hurt.
energized and tired, all in one.
time to to sleep, no need to run.
this is home land. safe for all.
good dreams, my friends. wall to wall.
not since april
has another month begun with A.
put a note up with a staple.
into this tree, mark it maple.
around on tables.
here they are. seems many.
just reading one at a time; or two.
i tell you reading keeps me company.
books tell a story.
