In a kingdom called Vividale, long ago, lived a loyal knight, Sir Andrew,
Famed for turning the tide in battles, and none of the tales were untrue!
Intelligent and a natural leader, Sir Andrew's fast horse was called Fury.
Together, they were an incredible duo, like whipped cream, with a cherry.
The king was very pleased, since the kingdom remained happy and free;
And Andrew was often present at court, like breezes, telling flower stories.
Fast-paced friends made life fun for Andrew, and fashionable wife, Fern;
......
We were all much younger, happier then,
And untouched by heartache, sadness;
In dreams, we go back again and again,
And bring to our hearts gladness!
From Grandpa Frank, father of the Fields,
And Miss Pauline, who married his boy;
The hand of fate's no longer concealed,
As countless descendents live the joy.
......
Some haunt me pleasantly,
Using the grains of dewy silence that speak loudly
Within the long, grey halls of history.
I recline on such images with smiles I borrow from
The penetralia of my soul and skin.
Behind them come lean trees denuded by the swift
Gales of re-greened winters that celebrated
Friendliness in the course of wondrous seasons.
I peer deeply at them, genuflecting to Time
For its abundance of grace and reflections.
......
Walking down the fence line on a sultry night
A scissortail led me with it's slicing flight
Bluebonnets are fading, with her brown eye Susan winks
Past the muddy draw where the divers blink
Roses are prim, paint brushes still dry
But color is calling my wandering eye
I can just get away from the din and the crush
......
Let me sit by the brick fireplace,
Let me wade the river in my clothes,
Can I play in the swimming pool?
Let me bake cookies,
Let me sleep in your t-shirt,
Can I smell your midnight cigarettes?
Let me tan in the sun,
Let me stay awake all night,
......
In a kingdom called Vividale, long ago, lived a loyal knight, Sir Andrew,
Famed for turning the tide in battles, and none of the tales were untrue!
Intelligent and a natural leader, Sir Andrew's fast horse was called Fury.
Together, they were an incredible duo, like whipped cream, with a cherry.
The king was very pleased, since the kingdom remained happy and free;
And Andrew was often present at court, like breezes, telling flower stories.
Fast-paced friends made life fun for Andrew, and fashionable wife, Fern;
......
Walking down the fence line on a sultry night
A scissortail led me with it's slicing flight
Bluebonnets are fading, with her brown eye Susan winks
Past the muddy draw where the divers blink
Roses are prim, paint brushes still dry
But color is calling my wandering eye
I can just get away from the din and the crush
......
We went to El Yunque
and took photos of the
crooked forest on that
rainy day in May.
I still have the mosaic
in my head,
how well you worked with
broken pieces
......
On a mountain top
in Samoa
where the old cannon
sits
shooting star after
shooting star
falling into the
distant
ocean
......
you
and me
were in the truck
flying down an old dusty
road after some fishing
the sky was peach
and you shared
......