Poem: The Walking Path

Walking a path that used to lead to your home.

Listening to the wind as it plays your favorite song.

Thinking about the birds fighting the cold as they head south.

Passing the places that dare not speak.

Walking over the memories of the ones that are no longer.

Not realizing the souls, the left this earth here.

Only thinking about the souls that are left to walk this path.

Seeing the trees where swings hang for kids only to think about the fruit that it used to bear.

This is a place that you called home, and others still do.

This path is one that is hard to walk and only a few do it.

You walk it every day.

Poem: Trees Down South

Winding is blowing the trees down south.

Telling the story that we have all talked about.

Hiding the fact of the pain it holds.

Listening to the sorrow that only a few knows.

Wondering when its turn will be.

Not knowing that place or the destiny.

Just knowing the feeling of something that cannot be told.

Working with other to give strength that it will never receive.

Walking the path that is never common.

Always there to lend rest when in need.

The secrets that are going to the place that no one knows.

The place where only lovers go.

The place where sorrow is home.

The trees down south have a story to be told.

Poem: Trees in the Fall

What does my pain mean to you?

Right now, I can say it means nothing at all.

If I say no you push and push until you get your way.

No matter how many times I say that I cannot do you what you ask.

My cries go unanswered like the trees going into the fall.

My branches are all but gone, yet you still ask for more.

I usually do what you say.

Now I am breaking like the last little tree down the way.

I ask for nothing and yet I am still wrong.

When I tell you no understand that is what I mean.

That my saying no is not meant to hurt you.

Those are just my leaves leaving my soul.

It is hurting me to let them fall.

I have no request and I have no answers.

As the leaves fall know that those are my tears.

Each leaf is tear I wish I did not have to shed.