Running along the pace set in meters to kilometers, feet to miles muscles pulling oxygen from each breath your mind is focused, and your heart is steady pumping but then,
Category: Poems
Command and ControlCommand and Control
I am not the master of my sea I am not the captain of my ship The courage to sail is not from within me The mast and oar have
Straws, Grasping and the ManStraws, Grasping and the Man
There will be many seasons in a man’s life when the normal seems too ordinary. The new seems extraordinary, and the heart is unsearchable. What then does a man do?
AutumnAutumn
What beauty,these late colors upon the tree How the leaves blaze Surely this is their splendorThe most vibrant and full of life How the colors pop off the canvas of
I Will Let Down the NetsI Will Let Down the Nets
We have clues that the fish are here. They should be here, it’s fertile water with plenty. The waves are calm and there have been fish before at these depths