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I find it strange coming home and
not seeing you here this evening
Even now, with my mind's ear
I still hear the patter of your tiny feet
as you ran into our room
when I opened the door
It is a sound that will always
remain with me

I recall the time I spoke sternly to you
about something you did
that I thought was wrong
and how you went directly
to your favourite spot
and curled up there
You glanced up at me in apology
with those sad eyes full of emotion
which moved me so strangely
that I wondered if it was a child
sitting there looking up at me

I shall always remember how
you sat on your little haunches
somewhat lopsided with
your head half-cocked to one side
one ear up and one ear down
staring at me
as I tried to read your thoughts
or was it you that sat that way
to read my thoughts

I can still hear your pitiful moan
the first day I put you in the kennel
Forgive me for not realizing
that a spirit like yours
was not meant to be caged
After you were set free
how different and alive you looked
jumping around in the yard
with those precise energetic little leaps

So goodbye my little Gypsy
I shall never see you again
but you will always dwell
in that secret spot in my heart
Thank you for the few days
you spent with me
and for the beauty
you brought into my life
I shall always be grateful for it
My dearest little Gypsy

Today, with tears he left me for the last time
Yesterday if he did, I’d have to live with unsaid goodbyes
The past more than four years went through my mind
Nit-picking all those times, finding answers to my why’s

A life lived for others who cared, maybe even loved
Life's demands and priorities tie people down
His days lived alone in his small and quiet world
Devoid of human connection, most days on his own!

Four years ago, we met and our feelings seemed mutual
A warm welcoming sight, in a short coat of warm brown
Smiled so much he drooled all over me, much to my chagrin!
Warmed up to him, I simply couldn't keep my frown!

On days I’m alone and lonely at home; he always dropped by
Caressing my legs asking why, what’s the matter now?
I’ll share with him what I have; I feel it’s always worthwhile
He’ll take what I give, he’ll ask for more then take a bow!

I wonder next time when I work in the garden or water our plants
Who’s gonna come walking around making funny sounds?
Will I see pebbles all over the driveway, will I be upset, cross?
The tears I shed today; a proof a good friend lost!

But am I sad because he’s gone forever from my life?
Or is it more guilt than sadness that’s brewing inside?
I could have done more, I could have love him more
I wore the love inside; allowed contempt to let it hide.

Still I hope this bit of nature I have built around us
Gave him moments of fun instead of just pure glum
Under the banana palms with its broad long leaves
He’s spent days of endless summer hiding from the sun

He has dug the garden beds more times than I ever had
Chasing butterflies and dragon flies all year round
Sleeping next to fragrant flowers in autumn months
Rolling on a sprays of summer colours covering the grounds

Coming home, an orchid flower trashed I'd find
A crafty mind would have thought and planned
To pick the ones with buds about to open and shine
Yet confronted, the look in his eyes says “see it’s gone?”

Feeling ignored; he never failed to make it known
He had the knack of picking my prized, favourite plants
Or making sure he gets more attention than me from my husband
He knew he deserved so much more from these hard-working hands

The silence in this home will echo in his absence.
The Love, Friendship, Company he gave without measure
Leaves a pain in my heart I don’t really understand
Bu I know, I was blessed with four years of memories to treasure!

I LOST MY FRIEND THE OTHER DAY,
HE JUST SILENTLY SLIPPED AWAY
FROM THE FETTERS OF THIS LAND -
- BUT - THAT WAS THE MANNER OF THIS MAN.

I VALUE ALL THE TIME WITH HIM,
I FELT A KINDSHIP DEEP WITHIN.
WE THOUGHT ALIKE IN MANY WAYS
WE LEARNED,WE TAUGHT ,
I LOVED THOSE DAYS.

THERE NEVER WAS A WORD OF IRE,
WITH ME AT LEAST,WHILE IN HIS HIRE,
OF ALL,HE WAS MY FAVORITE BOSS
AND NOW HE'S GONE,IT'S SUCH A LOSS.

I NEVER HEARD HIM BRAG OR BOAST
THOUGH HE HAD REASON, MORE THAN MOST,
A QUIET GENIUS TO THE END,
OH GOD, I MISS MY FRIEND.

IS IT THE UNIFORM THAT TURNS WOMAN ON
OR THE SOUL THE BODY OF THE MAN BENEATH
IS IT THE SMILE OF HIS PEARLY WHITE TEETH
THAT TURNS A WOMAN ON

IS IT THE WARRIOR OF THE MAN IN UNIFORM
THE ROUGH THE TOUGH BODY THAT TURNS A WOMAN ON
OR HIS CHARMS, IS IT THE SEDUCTIVE CHARMS HIS GENTLE PERSONALITY
THAT TURNS A WOMAN ON

LIKE LORD DARCY HE PRANCES UP AND DOWN GLOWING IN HIS UNIFORM
AS HE PRANCES UP AND DOWN
HE MAYBE POSH HE MAYBE POOR
A SOLDIER ,A FIREMAN,A DOCTOR HE CAN BE THEM ALL

IS IT THE CHARM THAT FRILLS THE SILENT WOMAN, LOOKING GAZING AT HIM DRWELLING WITH EXTACY, FOR THE MAN SHE WANTS MUST BE IN UNIFORM

the monarch of the glen he stands
his mighty antlers defiant raised above his head
his pearcing black eyes looking striaght a head
his magnificent dark brown fur gleeming in the sun

his large black nose smells the air looking
listening for the minor rustle of noise or breath of human smell
looking over his domain that monarch of the glen
his female deers all in toe follow where ever he go

the glint of the sun on his antlers shining bright as he stand in the
day light the freshness of the country air the heat of the midday sun
gently standing sometimes sitting on the ground resting in the miday sun
chewing on the green lush grass munching having fun his do not disturb sign on his door hes haveing fun

in the back ground the dark green thick trees there they can run and hide from the humans they stare watching listening glaring he watches and waits
protecting his females he watches and waits
for signs of human presence and off he goes in to the woods they all go out of sight
now hidden out of sight

When the path you're on,
Seems to remain the same,
Just take the next turn,
And you will begin to see a change,

When clouds of darkness,
Start to roll in,
Please realize you can,
Truly begin again,

I know your painful past,
Keeps trying to hang on,
Too alone, too scared, No will to move on,

But never yield to fear,
The pain and the tears,
You're in the here and now,
You can't roll back the years,

So, wipe away those tears,
From your soft weary eyes,
Hold your head up,
Keep your eyes to the skies,

And you will rise,
Above your stormy gray world,
You know deep in your heart you're,
Just That Kind Of Girl.

THE GENTLE MOTION OF THE RIPLING WAVES
THE BACK AND FORTH OF THE TIDE
THE PEBBLES ON THE SEA SHORE STACKED IN ROWS
THE UNDULATING SAND BENEATH MY FEET

BAREFOOT AM I, WALKING ON THE BEACH
ALONG THE WATERS EDGE
THE GENTLE WATERS ,WASHING, BATHING MY FEET AS I GO BYE
THE COLDNESS OF THE SEA THE HEAT OF THE MID DAY SUN
THE GENTLE BREEZE OF THE SUMMERS DAY

THE PEACEFULLNESS OF THE LONESOME BEACH
THE RUSTLE OF THE LEAVES THE SWAYING BRANCHES
THE BIRDS SINGING IN THE TREES
SEAGULLS OVER HEAD THEIR CALLING SOUNDS TO ONE AND ALL

AT PEACE AM I AS I STROLL ALONG THE BEACH
THE PASSING SHIPS SAILING AS THEY GO BYE
AS I GAZE INTO THE DISTANCE NO ONE TO BE SEEN ALONE AM I ON THIS DESERTED BEACH

granny is sitting in her old rocking chair
the coal fire simmering bright ,puffs of smoke rising up the chimmney
granny sits in her rocking chair
in her granny slippers warming her self by the coal fires light

dark is the room the silences the cold dampness of the chill from the world out side
the black and white tv switched on with its lighted screen white and hissing to be played again

the old cukoo clock on the wall chimes
the passing hours on the hour every hour
breaking the silence all around
granny sits in the darkness rocking to and throw in her favorite
chair

sitting silent not knowing who is there
the poorly dim lite room its darkend old fashiond wall paper falling the decay lying around what a pitfull site to be hold ,the knocking on the windows from outside children playing knock knock
oh what a nouisence they are

granny iqnores them hoping they will go away
thinking of her childhood her youth snathced away, her youth gone for ever,just taken away ,locked in her old age only with
her memories locked inside her mind so no one can see
for shes the only one with the key

As i grow older i see my life that has been
images stored in my head locked away not to be seen
for i am the only one with the key
should i open an image today with my speacial key

that image stored in my head for only me to see
clear as day lovinly created in my head family images of times gone by friends ,relatives some long since gone by lovingly stored in every detail locked secured inside my head

lots of images i foundly look back on my past locked away for i am the only one with the key
images that bring me joy some of saddness some of fear some images that will not go away of bad times that i wish would go away
family members locked away in my head that i see they are not forgotten my me

Well my love here's the rift
that lies between
It matters not what one may dream
Nor what another may convey
You have your own perception and way

No word or thought will change
or shake your temple built upon
the foundation you lay

Many fools may wish to stay
seeking your audience in their
peculiar dismay

Hence, it only empowers you
to push them away or to choose
what you want to convey

Overall, wisdom dictates to all concerned
love without pain
is love that never learns

Perception and knowledge are two different things
for one guesses the tone of how a message rings
The other has no need to assume what is truth
for it already knows how the bird sings

Nevertheless the fool continues his path to knowledge
blundering along in his own college
Yet are not fools allowed to dream or love or feel
for anyone without being a fool?