Autumn Colours

Autumn Colours

I have never seen them

Nor has anyone else

Tiny, magical little creatures

Waiting through the heat of summer

Pacing back and forth

Wearing holes in their floors

Waiting for the first cool breeze of September

They ready themselves for the right moment

Paint buckets by their sides, brushes in hand

When the first breezes of October come

They fly to the cities and forests of the north

Stopping to paint every leaf on every tree

And even though they may only last a short time

Everyone admires their work

And, a few who know who they are

Will thank them and wait another year

Just to see their magic once again

A Different Insanity

A Different Insanity

There are a few people

Some consider them insane

Others believe that they are free

They will stop where ever they are

And they will just start to laugh

They may dance to no music

Or they may sing for no reason

It doesn’t matter if there is anyone there

Or what others think of them

Or what the crowd says

It doesn’t even matter if they have any talent

They just want to live their lives

Share their happiness with others

And maybe see someone laugh, sing or dance

They feel the more the better

Yes, they may be insane

But that is a kind of crazy we all should admire

The Magic Of The Road

 The Magic Of The Road

So many roads

Each going a different way

Following its own path

They may intersect

Crossing each other

Allowing travelers just a second

Before they go along their way

But rarely two roads combine

Becoming one steady path

Travelers meet and walk together

Getting to know each other

And maybe falling in love

As rare as that is

It does happen to many

And that is the magic of the road

Everything

Everything

Everything has already happened

And everything has still to happen

No one knows when or where

But everything will come and bite us

Or maybe it has already taken a nip

Of course, there is nothing we can do

We can’t stop it from happening

Or happening again

That may worry some

Worrying about something they can’t change

Living with enough stress to choke a horse

And dying with a grimace on their faces

Others may just not care

They do not know the past

They don’t want to know the future

They just want to live in the moment

And let whatever happens happen

Whatever everything comes to you

Just live it and let everything go

Because it will come around again

And you still won’t be able to do anything

Train On A Broken Track

Train On A Broken Track

At one time you created a country

Traveling through land where no one would go

You saw the buffalo massacres

Families moving into the new frontier

Into cities built up along your tracks

But there were men who hunted you

Jesse James, Butch Cassidy and Elmer McCurdy

They became America’s anti-heroes

Men who became legends which still live on

Did you know any of those men

Are they the reason you were left all alone

Dead and resting on rusted and broken tracks

You go ahead and keep your secrets

We will write our own stories

In a few you may be the hero

But, I promise that every story will be good

And you will be remembered

The Gate

The Gate

I know that gate

It burns in my thoughts

I was born behind it

A world of demons and angels

All fought for my soul

Tearing it with claws and wings

I had given up any chance to be me

Until the gate fell and I was freed

But still they tormented me

Every minute of my life

I knew that they would pull me back

So, when I die find any gate but that one

And lay my body to rest deep beyond

In a place where they can't find me

And for the first time in forever

My soul will run free as it should have been

And how it will be forever more

Thank you to Angela Dotson for the beautiful pic

The No Name Girl Of Cranberry Bridge

The No Name Girl Of Cranberry Bridge

I have seen her everyday

Crouching down on my way to work

Always wearing the same dress

Never wearing shoes

It was like she had nowhere to go

Sweet and innocent, a beautiful child

She never smiled or spoke to anyone

She was always just there

Like a statue on the Cranberry Bridge

Somehow, she manages to survive

I do not know how

But, after all this time I do not fear seeing her

I fear that day when I cross the bridge

And she is no longer there

A no name girl which no one saw

But a no name girl who may yet be missed