tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32322361191198253492023-11-16T03:36:33.205-08:00DroppedWondering, writing, wishingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-334330523870552552011-01-17T13:22:00.000-08:002011-01-17T13:23:54.059-08:00SLATFATFIt was fun<br />
Hope you enjoyed it too<br />
Words in rhyme all the time<br />
But now what am I to do?<br />
<br />
Kind of veered off from what<br />
I intended long ago<br />
Got a little too much of me<br />
In here, just so you know<br />
<br />
I used to post the personal stuff<br />
On another site<br />
Didn't want to cause alarm<br />
Upset or even fright<br />
<br />
But I got kind of lost I feel<br />
Let it all slip out<br />
Now I feel rather silly<br />
Of that there is no doubt<br />
<br />
So I'm sad to say I'm closing 'Dropped'<br />
This will be my last post<br />
But I promise I'll still be around<br />
Using Blogger as my host<br />
<br />
Can't resist a verse or two<br />
To tell what's on my mind<br />
I'll still be here writing away<br />
I can't be that hard to find<br />
<br />
Won't follow you on the new one<br />
But I'll still read you here<br />
Please don't think I'm leaving you<br />
I don't want to shed a tear.<br />
<br />
<div><br />
</div><div>SLATFALF?.......</div><div><br />
</div><div>...So long, and thanks for all the fish</div><div><br />
</div><div>bj</div><div><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-37479432555142411692010-12-25T19:39:00.001-08:002010-12-25T19:39:27.283-08:00I'll not be here so much right now, gotta stop and wonder why. I turn to look at me and only see a person I despise<br /><br />Sorry i hear all the time, for left and right always. But sorry won't erase the pain of oh so many days<br /><br />So i'll shut myself away for now, you don't need this I'm sure. But don't think for one second that my love for you won't endureUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-30763902700701068602010-12-21T15:33:00.001-08:002010-12-21T15:33:44.249-08:00DistanceDon't know what I said<br />That made it go so wrong<br />Thought we sang the words<br />To our favourite song<br /><br />Don't know what I did<br />So that anger filled you up<br />Though all I ever wanted<br />Was to be your winners cup<br /><br />Now it's late, feel your hate<br />Or something close it seems<br />And so the night won't be alright<br />Torn at the very seams<br /><br />For once I am quite stuck<br />No words spring to mind<br />That could ever make this better<br />Wonder what I'll find<br /><br />When morning's here, will there be tears<br />No joy, only sorrow<br />Will you be here, i doubt I fear<br />There will be no 'morrow<br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-31936922045232364502010-12-13T13:39:00.001-08:002010-12-13T13:39:10.832-08:00Morning glowOn the road early<br />Journey to do<br />Darkness surrounds me<br />Beginning something new<br /><br />Lights lead the way<br />As the cars rush on by<br />Drivers focused forward<br />Stars twinkling high<br /><br />Roll in to the fog, lights ahead glow<br />Making it hard to keep up the flow<br />Blanketed, smothered, hard to see<br />Slip my foot off the gas, take it easy<br /><br />And in the distance<br />An unearthly haze<br />From the horizon<br />Grabbing my gaze<br /><br />As sun tries to peek<br />From out of the mist<br />Bright orange fireball<br />I couldn't have wished<br /><br />For a prettier view, lighting the sky<br />Blinding my vision, squints from my eye<br />Sunburnt orange hue, filling my glare<br />Couldn't help but stare and stare<br /><br />And I'm warmed up<br />By the light<br />Drawing me in<br />Eclipsing the night<br /><br />And I'll drive on<br />Light in my heart<br />Beautiful vision<br />Day's gorgeous startUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-55927148158028209022010-12-11T14:22:00.000-08:002010-12-11T14:22:54.070-08:00Wondering placeI feel a distance<br />
We're far apart<br />
I sense a gap<br />
Between our hearts<br />
<br />
I sit, I wonder<br />
Tell me, what did I do<br />
That so very greatly<br />
Offended you<br />
<br />
Say it now<br />
And say it quick<br />
Before another<br />
Second hand doth tick<br />
<br />
Before the chasm<br />
Opens beyond repair<br />
And I find you<br />
No longer care<br />
<br />
Don't leave me in<br />
This wondering place<br />
Thinking I might<br />
Never see your face<br />
<br />
Or have your eyes<br />
Stare in to me<br />
Without that<br />
I simply cannot beUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-71928881078253528862010-12-09T08:44:00.000-08:002010-12-09T08:44:35.046-08:00GeniusBlogging from the Apple store<br />
Typing on a MacBook Pro<br />
My iPhone needs a little fix<br />
And then I'm good to go<br />
<br />
Hope they hurry, shops to see<br />
And certain things to buy<br />
Never explored here before<br />
Ah, here comes my guy<br />
<br />
Phone is trashed he says<br />
Better have one brand new<br />
Warranty's gone but don't worry<br />
He says 'I think you're due'<br />
<br />
New device in hand I say goodbye<br />
With gratitude in my heart<br />
Couldn't imagine me and iPhone<br />
Ever being apart<br />
<br />
<br />
With thanks to the guys at Apple, TouchwoodUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-63662642647183705182010-12-05T07:47:00.001-08:002010-12-05T08:18:33.171-08:00Right turnHow did we reach this stop<br />I don't recall our route<br />It seems a great big mystery<br />One I can't uproot<br /><br />And were is this we find ourselves?<br />What do they call this place?<br />Feels like a no-man's land<br />But where I see a friendly face<br /><br />A twist, a turn, a thought, a yearn<br />Not before spoken aloud<br />A left, a right, and with all my might<br />Break away from the noisy crowd<br /><br />I halt my motion, catch my breath<br />Survey what lies around<br />And wonder if we will proceed<br />Along this common ground<br /><br />But I can't see where the path lies<br />Or where it leads us to<br />But know we can't stay always here<br />Stay here, just me and you<br /><br />We're here, it's now, don't ask me how<br />It wasn't what I planned<br />Keep faith, hold tight, it'll be alright<br />Just come and take my hand<br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-71689354404395351202010-11-28T21:19:00.001-08:002010-11-28T21:19:57.707-08:00R.T.W.The day seems so long<br />When you know there's a wrong<br />That will take more to address<br />Than with words or a song<br /><br />I'd swear the clock hands are stuck<br />Guess karma won't look<br />On me with sympathy<br />So it shouldn't after the liberties I took<br /><br />So take aim, take fire<br />Shoot with all your desire<br />As I walk the good line<br />Pity I went first through the mire<br /><br />So wrap up the words where they belong<br />Hush now man, don't sing that song<br />And hope above hopes<br />You get to right that wrongUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-90852758906792256642010-11-28T20:57:00.000-08:002010-12-10T04:27:16.522-08:00ChangelingYou be my woman<br />
I'll be your man<br />
But if that doesn't fit<br />
The mood, the day, the plan<br />
<br />
Then I'll be your friend<br />
Someone to share<br />
Every moment, each breath<br />
All your woes, and every care<br />
<br />
Someone to talk to<br />
Help lighten the load<br />
Won't let you spend time<br />
On a dark lonely road<br />
<br />
And my arms will waiting<br />
For you, open wide<br />
When I can hold you, love you<br />
Show you the best place to hide<br />
<br />
Is with me, in me<br />
Surrounded by love<br />
You're the only one I want<br />
It's you I always think ofUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-1893496397503668252010-11-03T00:45:00.000-07:002010-11-03T00:54:35.049-07:00Autumn GlowYou may recall this verse from the #vlomo10 or <a href="http://drop4three.posterous.com/autumn-glow-2-november-2010-vlomo10">click here</a> and I'll read it for you <br />
<br />
<br />
Sitting waiting <br />
For his appointment to end<br />
The knee damage to which <br />
The physio will attend<br />
I sit and I ponder<br />
And then contemplate<br />
As cars race past <br />
On this short narrow straight<br />
I wonder if they notice <br />
How pretty it's here<br />
With trees dropping leaves <br />
Like they're shedding a tear<br />
The colours surround me <br />
So many to see<br />
I have memories of this place <br />
They make me happy<br />
My phone's gonna ring now<br />
I'd better go <br />
But remember this picture<br />
The pretty autumn glow<br />
<br />
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To pen a word or two<br />
Fifty-thousand to be accurate<br />
Till November's done and through<br />
<br />
A story, book, or novel will<br />
Flow from these fingers here<br />
In only 30 days though<br />
No doubt with cursing and a tear<br />
<br />
Quantity not quality is what<br />
Really counts this time<br />
But can I sacrifice my love<br />
Of words written out in rhyme?<br />
<br />
I won't be able to review<br />
The text I put on the page<br />
Will have to leave it well alone<br />
Mistakes may be all the rage<br />
<br />
So if I'm a tad quiet here<br />
Or tweeting less and less<br />
I'll be writing out my story<br />
And under great duress<br />
<br />
So wish me some plain sailing<br />
For luck is all I've got<br />
So I'd better her leave here now<br />
And go dream up the plot<br />
<br />
<br />
If you feel the urge, join in at <a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/">NaNoWriMo</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-88664991702456476692010-10-28T03:32:00.000-07:002010-10-28T03:32:09.833-07:00Where everybody knows your name.....When I started tweeting<br />
I hid myself away<br />
Said little about the person<br />
Simply called bj<br />
<br />
My profile gave you nothing<br />
On which to make a call<br />
Seemed like I'd built a barrier<br />
An impenetrable wall<br />
<br />
Slowly, slowly over time<br />
I let loose a burst or rant<br />
Giving out some little details<br />
Proving I was not so nonchalant<br />
<br />
And people asked their questions<br />
On who I was and why<br />
Trying to get under my skin<br />
Find out more about this guy<br />
<br />
And apart from some relatives<br />
(A brother and a wife)<br />
None here knew me at all<br />
From a previous life<br />
<br />
But recently I found a few<br />
That know me from before<br />
I logged in to twitter.com<br />
And we still have rapport<br />
<br />
I thought this would be weird<br />
Uncomfortable or strange<br />
I always wondered if I could <br />
Adapt to this kind of change<br />
<br />
But I'm reminded of a programme<br />
I used to quite enjoy<br />
The antics of a barkeep<br />
And those he did employ<br />
<br />
And words from that theme tune<br />
Fit nicely in this frame<br />
You know, it feels quite good<br />
That they know my name<br />
<br />
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Selfish leads the way<br />
Filling up thy very self<br />
From dawn till end of day<br />
<br />
Turn away that selfish soul<br />
Lead not to hearth or home<br />
Point the direction I must go<br />
Where my selfish heart can roamUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-38921990978579500222010-10-21T02:32:00.001-07:002010-10-21T02:32:31.830-07:00Signal lostGonna write a little verse <br />As i have no words to say<br />Silence has taken hold of me<br />It's grip is strong today<br /><br />Feel like I'm........<br />Tumbling, mumbling<br />Jumbling, fumbling<br />It's caught me on the hop<br />Stumbling, grumbling<br />Bumbling, not a thing<br />I can do to make it stop<br /><br />Feel so.......<br />Shattered, battered<br />Not that it matters<br />Pummelled to the ground<br />Ripped up in tatters<br />Can't explain how it matters<br />To look up and find you around <br /><br />I thought when I'd finished this<br />I'd feel a big release<br />But from the silence here today<br />I can find no peace Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-21904934995106435552010-10-15T05:52:00.000-07:002010-10-15T05:52:39.060-07:00RemnantsIt's rare I remember a dream<br />
Or a nightmare too<br />
But I woke up this morning<br />
Feeling strangely subdued<br />
<br />
Had something hanging over me<br />
Can't explain just why<br />
Something unseen that wouldn't leave<br />
And I had no right of reply<br />
<br />
Can't shake the remnants left inside<br />
No where that I can turn and hide<br />
Don't want to be<br />
Left alone with me<br />
Knocked off my usually confidant stride<br />
<br />
Wonder why the remnants remain<br />
What unpleasantness do they contain<br />
Wish they would<br />
Be gone for good<br />
Not bind me with their chain<br />
<br />
I'll write my words now<br />
In the hope that I'll forget<br />
Or switch the polarity<br />
On my internal magnet<br />
<br />
Make me turn from negative<br />
In to a positive force<br />
Pray that these remnants<br />
Have truly run their courseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-28599485117798834432010-10-10T07:03:00.000-07:002010-10-10T07:03:05.803-07:00History of meBorn in ninteen sixty eight<br />
Number 5 in line<br />
6 weeks early, there's a first<br />
Won't get that all the time<br />
<br />
School was uneventful<br />
Or just may be I've forgotten<br />
Some of the things I didn't like<br />
The subjects all so rotten<br />
<br />
Being rapped across the knuckles<br />
For using my left hand<br />
Thank you, lovely church school<br />
Like how you understand<br />
<br />
By my teens, I had my calling<br />
The theatre was in my sight<br />
Lights and set but mainly sound<br />
Not entering stage right<br />
<br />
And obnoxious was a term<br />
My family applied to me<br />
And there was me thinking I was ok<br />
Just being happy-go-lucky<br />
<br />
Studies done, employment called<br />
Managing pubs in London town<br />
Wandering the streets in Blackfriars<br />
Sitting by the Thames so brown<br />
<br />
Then back to old Birmingham<br />
An office job, no less<br />
Something I said I'd never do<br />
Even under great duress<br />
<br />
Eventually I settled<br />
Working nine to five each day<br />
And carved a niche for myself<br />
And still found time to play<br />
<br />
Then my first significant<br />
Came wandering on the scene<br />
Baby boy cuddled in her arms<br />
Instant family, this was no dream<br />
<br />
But it was obvious for several years<br />
This wasn't meant to be<br />
So back I went to London Town<br />
To escape and just be me<br />
<br />
But here entered the most significant<br />
We met at my leaving do<br />
Now 2 daugters born, 10 years on<br />
We're held with that family glue<br />
<br />
And that is me, is all I am<br />
No different to twenty years ago<br />
Still wonder so many things<br />
Don't think I'll ever know<br />
What I am or what I want<br />
I just tumble through the day<br />
Taking those I love with me<br />
Don't know any other wayUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-77901172736366225262010-10-02T19:25:00.001-07:002010-10-02T19:25:01.523-07:00Darkness diaryLong, cold night<br />Only hardness beneath<br />Testing my bones<br />My resolve and belief<br /><br />Chills fill the night air<br />And all that's inside<br />Find nooks and find crannies<br />Where memories hide<br /><br />And slumbering simply<br />Evades every stretch, every yawn<br />Knowing quite possibly<br />That everything's torn<br /><br />The minutes grind slowly<br />There's no shred of doubt<br />The dark and the coldness<br />Will be really dragged out<br /><br />What will dawn bring here<br />Other than wet of the dew<br />With no warmth from your heart<br />Darkness continues<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For Reg.<br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-10598381797720682822010-10-01T10:39:00.000-07:002010-10-01T10:39:17.024-07:00Transitional ManHe's your guy you know<br />
Gets you from A to B<br />
Takes you where ever you need<br />
No drama, or calamity<br />
<br />
He'll soak up every single drop<br />
Of what you can dish out<br />
Won't put him off his stride<br />
Even if you scream and shout<br />
<br />
He knows who he is<br />
And who you are too<br />
He's walking the line<br />
You don't expect him to<br />
He knows who you are<br />
And just what you need<br />
You'll turn to find him<br />
Carrying out his creed<br />
<br />
Man in transition<br />
Stands before you now<br />
Travelling your journey<br />
Whatever furrow you plough<br />
Holding your hand<br />
You won't see his plan<br />
But he'll forever be<br />
Your transitional man<br />
<br />
And when your journey's over<br />
The man you no longer need<br />
Will slink in to the background<br />
Was he ever there, indeed?<br />
<br />
Now your path is clearer<br />
And can see for miles ahead<br />
Your hand won't need holding<br />
Won't need kicking out of bed<br />
<br />
He knew who you were<br />
And who you ought to be<br />
He walked the long line<br />
So that you too would see<br />
Who you are now<br />
And you're just what you need<br />
And with your sojurn ended <br />
You won't notice him recede<br />
His job complete, done what he can<br />
Turned the tide<br />
The Transitional Man<br />
<br />
But who really travels the journey<br />
One or both of them must<br />
May be he's the one in transition<br />
Won't be still or gather some dust<br />
<br />
Man in transition<br />
Stands before you now<br />
Travelling his journey<br />
Whatever furrow you plough<br />
Hold his hand<br />
May be he has no plan<br />
But he'll forever be<br />
The transitional manUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-74949764621958704742010-09-28T13:42:00.000-07:002010-09-28T13:42:58.776-07:00PensiveDo you sometimes feel all cloudy<br />
In the furthest reaches of your mind<br />
Like you're wearing tiny blinkers<br />
That leave you completely blind<br />
<br />
Your head seems occupied, obscure<br />
Like a thick mist has rolled on in<br />
And no stiff breeze or even more<br />
Can remove it from within<br />
<br />
And the reason for this occupiedness<br />
Remains locked inside there too<br />
So not even the topic of consideration<br />
Is available to you<br />
<br />
You're just a paying passenger<br />
Ticket in your hand<br />
Knowing not the outbound destination<br />
Or what your mind has planned<br />
<br />
And that's where I find myself today<br />
En route to some unknown place<br />
Hope when I arrive and look at myself<br />
I still recognise my faceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-58367697264793080672010-09-23T06:39:00.000-07:002010-09-23T06:39:12.189-07:00CloserPeople are the strangest thing<br />
Bring so much to the day<br />
I like people just like you<br />
Can talk to in my own way<br />
<br />
I don’t let many get too close<br />
Very few that get so near<br />
Don’t know why, just can’t explain<br />
Not like some kind of fear<br />
<br />
Some slip in quite easily<br />
And we hit it off from the word go<br />
And others take some nuturing<br />
For our friendship to warm and grow<br />
<br />
And it’s the growers that make me smile<br />
And really fill my heart<br />
The ones, like you, that somehow change<br />
From how it first did start<br />
<br />
And you can’t pin it down, can you<br />
The moment it all changed<br />
Not like there was careful planning<br />
Not like it was all arranged<br />
<br />
But I’m grateful that it has occurred<br />
And we are just you and I<br />
Closer, nearer, every day<br />
I’ll not stop to question whyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-41281301232107871712010-09-20T13:59:00.000-07:002010-09-21T13:11:52.121-07:00Eyes RightI see you all gathered there<br />
As my gaze shifts to the right<br />
You're ever present I know<br />
Never far from my sight<br />
<br />
But why are you here, yes why<br />
What is it you're looking for?<br />
Do you hope to gain an understanding<br />
Or move closer to my door?<br />
<br />
I narrow my focus, see just ones<br />
That stand out from the whole group<br />
Find the strange ones mixed up<br />
In this merry troupe<br />
<br />
I thought you'd left long ago dear<br />
Forgot you came to call?<br />
Hope you're not here to remind me<br />
That from your grace I sure did fall?<br />
<br />
And you sir, you've lingered for while<br />
Do you see how the land lies?<br />
Though we've said so few words<br />
I see through your disguise<br />
<br />
And you there, stop for a while<br />
Stay for a moment, light in blue<br />
Do you know that you're my favourite<br />
Though I would never tell you<br />
<br />
And all you so kind others<br />
Are you just passing me by?<br />
Will I wake one morning to find<br />
You were just a glint in my eye<br />
<br />
And even if you're not really here <br />
I'll be glad, I'd like you to know<br />
That you took the time one day<br />
To stop by and say helloUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-28610805037179744762010-09-11T04:30:00.003-07:002010-09-11T04:30:46.287-07:00The Waiting RoomCollected in one small place<br />Reasons the same<br />Breakages and fractures<br />And all in some pain<br /><br />Tango lady laughs away<br />At no one I see<br />Daughter tidying mom's hair<br />Pretty as can be<br /><br />Tattoo man grumbles<br />The wait is so long<br />Headmaster spouts rules<br />He's not changed his song<br /><br />Dennis Haysbert, Nigel Slater<br />Grace us with their selves<br />Ageing receptionist<br />Lifts files from shelves<br /><br />Waiting times keep creeping up<br />And sighs abound<br />The dusty old wall fan<br />Spins endlessly round<br /><br />Carol Jackson glances over<br />And gives me a stare<br />I wonder how she managed <br />To escape from the square<br /><br />Nurses struggle<br />With some unpronounceable names<br />Young man keeps busy<br />With Angry Bird games<br /><br />Polite sign on the wall<br />Which nobody reads<br />Kind assistant takes orders<br />To meet everyone's needs<br /><br />And we wait, wait, wait<br />Then wait a lot more<br />Feel sorry for my brother<br />His knee's really sore<br /><br />Then the waiting is over<br />They give him his call<br />He struggles to his feet<br />Trying hard not to fall<br /><br />And we're free of the boredom<br />Released from our cage<br />Leaving lots behind us<br />Still filled with outrage<br /><br />For their waiting room drama<br />Carries on, they're unhappy<br />As crutches and plaster<br />Are handed out endlessly<br /> <br /><br /> <br /> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-41066462960435578852010-09-11T04:30:00.001-07:002010-09-11T04:30:44.104-07:00The Waiting Room: Part IIMy feet are restless<br />I'm unsure of myself<br />Don't know if I'll be<br />Returned to my shelf<br /><br />My words leave an echo<br />Something's not right<br />The ripples, the disturbance<br />Run on through the night<br /><br />And I'm waiting, just waiting<br />Not a thing i can do<br />To speed up the process<br />Bring me closer to you<br /><br />No words I can usefully<br />Add to those said before<br />Gestures feel empty<br />Nothing on which I can draw<br /><br />To end all the waiting<br />Get a conclusion in place<br />Erase the confusion<br />That's ingrained on your face<br /><br />That my words brought to you<br />My thoughts made it more<br />And brought us the waiting<br />That we both must endure<br /><br />And I pray for release soon<br />Restlessness comes to it's end<br />Hope to look up and find that<br />You still are my friend<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-48288215913161067572010-09-05T13:49:00.001-07:002010-09-05T13:51:45.326-07:00Unwelcome echoesHollow, empty, words resonate<br />
Would be easier if they were<br />
Sounds of dislike or hate<br />
<br />
Unfulfilled, unadored, I don't know<br />
Not for want of trying <br />
And learning with you how to grow<br />
<br />
But now a wall's here, right before me<br />
So grand and tall<br />
Of my own making, clearly<br />
<br />
And the words will return forever<br />
A continual stream<br />
Challenging us, our together<br />
<br />
And I'm blank, just so very undone<br />
So vacant, unwanted<br />
Don't know where i can run<br />
<br />
And all that I hear are echoes of me<br />
A time, a place<br />
Someone I thought I could beUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232236119119825349.post-32450327530130161172010-09-01T15:32:00.000-07:002010-09-01T22:03:56.587-07:00Summer's EndFor nearly six longs weeks<br />
We've shared every day<br />
The little ones with me in tow<br />
In work, in fun, in play<br />
<br />
Fortune gave me this one chance<br />
To stay through their summer break<br />
At their side, and theirs at mine<br />
From the moment that we wake <br />
<br />
We rode the rides, slid the slides<br />
Spinned around and round<br />
Played tig and tag, zig and zag<br />
Hid till we were found <br />
<br />
But now our time is ending<br />
And other things will come to call<br />
Homework, violin, projects too<br />
As summer turns to fall <br />
<br />
I've loved every single minute of<br />
This chance to be so near<br />
Getting to know them so much more<br />
Hope we don't lose this, is my fear <br />
<br />
For the morning will be chaos<br />
Tantrums, shouts, and screams<br />
I'll try not to lose my patience so<br />
I don't shatter any dreams <br />
<br />
We'll walk through the gate together<br />
Tomorrow at eight fifty<br />
And the bell will ring out summer's end<br />
Hope they don't cry as much as meUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0