See my fears
Taste these tears
Over many, many years
Melt to froth
Powder moth
Spun into fine spider cloth
Feel my doubt
Quench a shout
Mask it with generic pout
Boil down
Never frown
Become every person’s clown
Hide a thought
Don’t get bought
Become iron fully wrought
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This tree has seen a thing or two
He’s seen what mistletoe can do
In his many mossy years
His beard is white with snowy growth
Observing kisses and tears
His gnarled bark carved with a love oath
A heart that holds two names
From early childhood games
Two years ago, my adventurous husband decided he needed to take me out west. He wanted me to see more of our country and to share the beauty he had witnessed earlier in his life, on another road trip.
I was somewhat reluctant and at first, the 16 hour days in the car wore on me terribly. But part-way into our travels, my perspective began to shift…
We started in the very northeast of the USA and then made our way out to Colorado. Notable sites on the way were the Sears Tower, Mount Rushmore and the world's largest prairie dog. We went down, by way of New Mexico and then stopped in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
One of the most breathtaking parts of our drive was cruising along Florida's panhandle coast. We holed up for one night in the charming town of Apalachicola and hit the road again, bright and early the next morning.
On the way back home, we took a respite in Roanoke, Virginia and then New Bedford, Massachusetts, of Moby Dick fame.
I think everyone should take the time to see our amazing country!
If you would like to take a look at more photos from our trip, follow this link: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=96154&id=574486735&l=3b758690f3
softly swishing salty surf
singing sweet sighs
sandals sunk in shimmering sand
she finds herself surrounded
by glinting jagged pieces
the light filtering through
is warm golden brown
and it plays on the puddles
of spilled fermented froth
a small cut on her arm
oozes blood unnoticed
in the wake of torrential sobbing
hiccuping sighs and gaspy breathes
are melting in the air
the sick-sweet smell of vomit
clinging to her hair
the strength to pick up
the mop is gone
it stays in its place
and she wishes she could just
disappear like
the evaporating beer
The Wisdom of Gavroche 