15

You sweet, tender, immortal fifteen

Caught up in wonderful delusions

Fearlessly staring life in the face

Facing your future without remorse

Do not sleep away your innocents

Age will slip quietly through your door

You will awaken to find yourself

Longing for all your youthful passions

The Train

Through shoeless feet I feel

The ground trembling

I thrust my fist into the air

And pump it up and down

The blast of the horn drives me back a step

I yell, but my voice will not rise above the beast’s roar

My heart’s beat begins to match the rhythm from the sound

Of its massive wheels and my head swoons as I watch the cars gently roll from side to side…Powerful and terrifying

It seems to lift me off my feet and pull me closer

I am afraid the steel monster will devour me

My legs will not let me back away

At last I see the bright red caboose

I wave my arms wildly and in answer

To my exaggerated welcome

A grey sleeved arm

Slips out the window

The gloved hand waves

The roar subsides

The trembling vanishes

On weakened knees

I cross the tracks

Small Town Excitement

Life in small towns always comes at you

In little spurts. Those quick flourishes

Of exhilaration that will last

Only a few seconds are followed

By an eternity of boredom

There’s never anything in between

Either your heart pounds with excitement…

Or you’re taking a nap

The Home of My Youth

Faded and long neglected

Hidden behind all the

Broken dreams of childhood

Once so crowded and loud

With so many voices

All screaming to be heard

You were so full of life

Now just a dying house

With nothing left to give

Seeking Fame

Don’t be deceived

Glory, fame or wealth

Cannot save you from death

Certain sorrow will be cast at your passing

Your family and if you’re lucky

A few good friends

Will morn you

But their grieving will be short-lived

With each turning season

Their memory of you will fade

Soon, no thought of you remains

Just another cold grey stone

In a field of stones

Will mark that you existed