My mind is
Ready for new
Memories it’s uploaded
What old ones
We’re there to
The clouds like
The heavens where
All good ol’
Dreams go now
Fresh GB’s waiting
Yo be scored
Like scribes of
Old my eyes
Heart and soul
Are awaiting you
Category: Friendship
Independence (for Muenster)
If there’s one
Thing that we
All strive for
From toddler to
Old age is
Independence from tyranny
And oppressive acts
I have gained
My independence many
Times but most
Importantly me choosing
Who I will
Love and how
I will love
Them forever more
SumersSymphony
The sweet melodies
Of bird song
Backed by the
Tympany of crickets
Then add the
Sawing cicadas and
You have a
Cacophony of early
Morning summer symphony
Morning
Oh the morning
Is blue blue
Blue blue like
A Robins next
Surrounded by green
Such colors like
The wet pallet
Of a fresh
Artist crisp like
Jelly beans everything
Is sweet today
Even my eyes
Having been blessed
By this glory
HeadCold
I have been
Ill the past
Few days something
Common like heartbreak
But not as
Deadly more of
A head cold
Thinking about you
Followed by congestion
And hoarseness nothing
Comes out but
It’s all stuffed
Inside until the
Dam breaks and
Out it comes
In torrents breaking
Tempting even levees
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 