Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Strawberries, a poem

STRAWBERRIES

Strawberries

Strawberries

Scatter in fields, stuffed in baskets, in my bowl

Strawberries

Strawberries

Thick and ripe, twin to a heart and rose

Tiny as a button, big like plums

Strawberries

Strawberries

Yum, yum, yum. O’h yum say the slithering slugs and snails

Sweet as sugar in my mouth or tasty lemon limes

Wrinkled noses from the spring smell

Strawberries

Strawberries

Oh I love strawberries

Saturday, March 12, 2011

I'm Going to a Place


I’m going to a place


Where I choose my path


Where the road to success or failure lies in my hands


I’m going to a place where life is dull and gray


Where sugar tastes bland


And everyone who cares for me


Will turn their backs on me


I’m going to a place where I’ve become nothing


Where my future has crumbled


Where the clouds of doubt and hopelessness follow me around



I’m going to a place


Where life is at its best


Where sweet sugar flows in abundance


Everyone I love surrounds me with care


Where life will have trials with rewards


I’m going to a place


Where my whole future is set in front of me


Doubt does not exist in a mind ready for success


Where failure is never an option


I may not know what my future has in store


But only I decide what my next move is


I’m going to a place


Where I choose my path