Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It is deep south voice
hot wet moldy summer
every day rain, high water
bacteria tide flesh eating bay
no swimming
who is winning
granddaughter is almost three , we are partners in crime
time of my life
thinking of wireman
sending prayers
thinking of you poets
real people
so far away
the little one and I play harmonicas together
nap
we are peanut butter pirates
big sink hole just down the road
magic in the cedar tree
digging clay in the jungle gully
we
have an owl, a white dove, a rat ,two cats and a talking african gray
say
cast about in the silence of the net for a home
but then I know
it is out among the stars
peace

life so real
the extremes in pictures
my grandson just left
I about tickled him to death
but he wanted more
yeah, old wireman on my mind
can't seem to get anymore news
leave messages here and there
it's a busy busy world
keeping your head above water
finding a little joy in simplicity
out in the woods, it's free
a little gasoline to get me there
dragonflies and water turtles
cooler than any hype, hang in
spread love, compassion, touch

Neat poem.