Sisters Four

I have four sisters I surely like
Each one different, each alike
First came me then sisters two
Add a brother then two more too
Each a beauty and if keeping score
Next more beautiful than the one before
Each unique in their own way
Not one best on a given day
One is funny, one is smart
One is serious, one is not
One is loving, one is kind
One is trying to make up her mind
One is bold, one is meek
One hugs my arm walking down the street
One likes walking, one likes wine
One teaches me yoga from time to time
One likes dogs, one likes cats
One likes horses and cowboy hats
One likes coffee, one likes tea
One likes hiking in the woods with me
They are the best these sisters four
Just not possible to love them more
I'll steal a line which I hope you'll pardon...
" Four different flowers from the same garden"

-yfp-

She Was The Music

All I have left of her is this poem
Nothing left but this earth to roam
I have no ties, no love, no home
All I have left of her is this poem

All I have left of her is this rhyme
Nothing left but this marking of time
Wandering to heal this heart of mine
All I have left of her is this rhyme

All I have left of her is this scribe
Nothing left but rough roads to ride
Rough roads without her by my side
All I have left of her is this scribe

A poem is just words without any song
She was the music and I sang along

-yfp-

Autumn Walk

Acorns crunch beneath my feet
Fall's sheading leaves ankle deep
Swans float by across the pond
Like clouds the angels sit upon
Pause to watch them slowly fall
Leaves of firey colors all
Squirrels scurry here and there
Hiding nuts ahead winter air
Mallards exploding into flight
Protective coves to find by night
Soon these woods cold and bare
Will drift the snow above his lair
Follow tracks up to the den
Beneath the fox sleeps, but then;
He will wake at times and peak
Out to see Spring's promise keep

          -yfp-

Vagabundus

Got a backpack all my own
A laptop and a telephone
On a road to don't know where
In a hurry just to get somewhere
Don't know why it  is I roam
From mountain top to blue sea foam
Someday I might even know
Maybe then I can let it go
Always feeling all alone
Just a dog without a bone
She is gone and won't be back
Her loving arms are all I lack
"Keep keeping on" friends all say
But I know that just won't pay
Tried church and prayer and tears
Tried anger, pain and "I  don't care"
Guess I'll be the vagabond
Drift around till I am found
Maybe one day she will send
To me another love and friend

-yfp-

A Little Lost Boy

Both a little lost boy and a weary old man
Don't know where I'm going or know who I am
We travelled all over free as the weeds
A couple of gypsies like wind blown seeds
It was more than the time together we spent
It was more than all of the places we went
Like the sun and the moon and the stars up above
You were all of the good I was ever made of
You've gone on a trip and left me behind
I  travel alone now searching to find
My life now feels over and I'm always afraid
Without you alongside me what life can be made
Both a little lost boy and a weary old man
Don't know where I'm going or know who I am

                      -yfp-