Caring

(From The Woodsman’s Notebook)

 

I hear it in the news nearly every day.

I hear it on the street when people pass my way.

I hear it in your tone most every night,

so why do we block it all and hide it from sight.

The worry and frustration with each passing day,

recovery will soon happen some people say.

Change is in the air for who knows where or why.

People can change and so must I,

The price of gas, the cost for a meal, when the money is short;

Yes, it’s a big deal.

But people are smiling as they greet their hello.

Caring for others and learning to take it slow.

Peace on earth and good will towards men, one thing’s for certain

We will have each other straight to the end.

I hear it in the news nearly every day.

I hear it on the street when people pass my way.

 

                                                  The Woodsman 2/17/09

A haunting of my mind’s eye

 (From the Woodsman’s Notebook)

Why don’t you show yourself and talk to me?

I peer into the darkness just hoping to see.

I feel your presence but no one in sight.

I sweat just a little and my chest will get tight.

A glimmer here and a movement there,

just to show that you’re still may be here.

I here you sometimes late in the night

moving throughout the house, just out of sight.

I feel you over my shoulder, then gone again quiet as a mouse,

man I hate the sounds of this old house

 Now and again I will see you through the corner of my eye,

and in a blink you’re gone again; I let out a sigh.

I call out to you from my mind’s eye,

you never answer and I wish I knew why.

I here you sometimes late in the night

walking through the house, then you’re gone again quiet as a mouse.

                                                    The Woodsman 7/29/07