I have spoken many words
Words that cut as sharpened swords
some soft as whisper words of love.
I have traveled many miles
Worn holes in leather cowboy boots
Walked along those miles with many smiles

I have cried many salty tears
Heartbroken and grief-stricken
Over death of loved ones
Of an animal or someone’s child

Over my many, many years
I have laughed in utter joy
Feeling the warmth of a child’s hand
Handing me a favorite play toy
Or a joke at my expense again

I have watched a mountain avalanche
Snow falling in rushes as the waterfalls
Of majestic cliffs and islands glistening

I have laughed at the oceans tide
Chase waves onto burning sand
Crabs and Seals scurrying to the side

Fished in a favorite hole on a farm
From a piece of driftwood I sat
Poison Ivy clinging to me giving harm

Felt the warmth in rays of the sun
Slept in a meadows sweet grass
Watching rabbits and mice run
Through my looking-glass

Laid in the bed of a pick up truck
Wrapped in grams quilt of old
Protecting me from the frosts cold

Been warmed by a bonfire of gathered wood
Drinking a cold one from a cooler
Danced in the rivers dirt made bank
In the smokey black night dark and dank

I have sung at concerts me so off-key
Yet others stood right beside me
Singing and dancing in glee
I have been blessed by many loves
Man and child , greatest of these
My beautiful daughters all three
Grandsons are  too my legacy

Now in these winter years of my life
I can say without troubling strife
I have lived a wonderful life
I have lived , I have lived!

Now in these winter years of my life
I can say without troubling strife
I have lived a wonderful life


Rippling stream, so long and winding how far do you flow?
Meadow grasses kiss your banks  wanting to know
Do you dream in your quiet serene sleep of those
come to drink?
Tell me your dream, as you sleep so quietly and serene.
Dawn brings a mist to cover~ till sun rays warm
Leaves of the water willow awaken at dawn,
flowers open colors so brilliant
red, yellow, pinks and blues to drink of your flow

Do you dream in your quiet serene sleep
Of those that walk your muddy banks
to kneel and drink of your crystal blue waters?
Perhaps  cast a line into the ripples for fish
to quench the hunger or to
catch the ‘big one’ you hide deep  their wish

Tell me rippling stream for your way is long
Are your dreams of rushing to the oceans?
Where the waves crash in thunderous joy
At your arrival?
Tell me oh stream of  your quiet serene sleep.

copyright 2013 LWC


Yeaaa I am home, totally exhausted barely able to hold my body in upright position but I am HOME! Results of all tests not all in, but think I am just predisposed to hypertension. 
So if I am not here much it is because I am tired and eyes aren’t focusing well, the new meds make me sleepy, very very dry mouth but hey the BP is down. Love to all.


Her broken soul finds a home on the streets of old
recovering from broken dreams and lost loves told
In silence she walks, pushing her three wheeled cart
No longer looking to mend her broken heart
the silence she embraces as an old friend
she thinks peaceful thoughts wishing for the end
She is lost with no destination in her addled mind
The sun and wind will numb her pale skin again and again

Her teeth fall out and sores don’t heal
but that is okay she knows not the real
She walks the path each day trying to
remember the way of where and life of who

In the park she finds a half~ eaten sandwich
sitting on the bench she begins to munch
as the leaves fall in a sepia tone only she can touch

She keeps her silence close to her chest
As the winter of life touches her breast
Peace is what her lost soul knows
Pushing her three wheeled cart
among the many  cars row after row

Until she sleeps the sleep of the dead
She walks the path of life the paths of old.


I dug a hole very deep under the elm tree
 might seem a grave I dug for thee
I dug deeper still these feelings to kill
Anger, loss, grief and stupidity still
For now I drop them in, all the lies
pledges, promises broken, hurt
every handwritten note in earth I laid
All the lies I heard and I once forgave
I pushed them down the hole deep
As I continued to weep
I pressed them hard in the dirt beneath
Pressing lips and grinding my teeth
I placed one mossy rock upon another
just what was close and no bother
then twined a ribbon of daisies wreath
Like our love they died but with no grief


Moon lurches into place this night
Perching over the arid desert
the old highway lines worn, once white
Lead truckers to a room of shabby blight
A woman waits in unknown despair
With nothing but favors to share
The moon perches on neon sign
til sunrise takes its place to shine
as bright as the neon sign blinking…’vacancy’
The woman crying in pain and despair
No life lived, she has none to share
Crying each day her grief
Day to day, week to week
from generation to generation
A woman is crying


Misery loves company they say, whoever in the world  ”they” are.
Well I have enough misery for many a lifetime in this one she thought,
ungrateful kids always with the hand out then you don’t see or hear
from them, until the next payday, first of the month they’ll
be bangin’ the door.

Serve them right if I just packed up that old Chevy and went down the road with no forwarding
address.  Ahhh but the grandbabies, leaving them would tear her heart out so she just
keeps on doing what she can and doing without for herself.  She can’t explain it to anyone that
asks why she does it, they call her an  ’enabler’ ok I will grant that she says to herself.
Once upon a time she had it all, a good man, career, friends, big showplace home then she became ill and when her
children should have looked out for her they got tied up in their own lives and forgot about her.

So now alone, sick and lonely having to beg for a little help around the old place or pay out of her meager
monthly check, not enough to live on, too much for welfare, not that her pride would let her, starve first she would.
Didn’t trust church people so no help there. Hypocrites all, oh sweet to your face when your in church but talk about you
behind your back and those damn preachers , their hands are out more often than all of her kids combined. Phtt! Three hundred
dollar suits for him and his wife and her going to beauty parlor every week for that fake blond rinse just to look vain up on the pulpit with the preacher.
While how many in their congregation gave their last dollar and eating potaoes all week with little else.
No wonder people steal from one another, can’t survive any other way now a days.

She moved out on the porch to rock for a bit and grumble on and on about her miserable life, she sat there a long time
then got up went inside, peeled a potato and ate it raw …no reason to waste gas trying to cook it she would tell you; but truth
told she hadn’t had the gas on for over a year. No heat, no hot water but she is doing ok if she can just keep electric for lights
if not well she had some old kerosene lamps she had picked up at  an auction many years ago, back in the day when she could afford to  buy that way.

Time for bed she crossed the hall hearing the rolling wood floors screech like an owl catching a mouse. She had made her bed in the old recliner belonging to her late husband, it was comfortable and smelled like him, the arms were bare down to the backing of the faux leather that he always believed real. It was ok if he thought he had a true ‘leather’ recliner. It was broken down now but she couldn’t give up sleeping there, it was the most restful two hours she spent in slumber.

Her youngest son found her looking peacefully asleep two days later, when she  hadn’t answered her phone or the door when he came for the first of the month  check knowing she would give him what he needed . Now the old woman up and died on him, guess he better start looking for something to do for money.
“Son,” asked the EMT ” would you like for us to call other family for you?” ” Naw,” he responded ” let them find out from the paper ” as he walked off down the street with the EMT standing there agape.

Sad ending but so true in many households.