Mailbox

there is a letter in the mailbox
you know the one
down at the end of the road
there is grass growing in the drive
and the black eyed susan's
are in bloom

the mailbox door is open
i can see the letter
that's inside
across the road a myrtle
whispers in the wind
and a blackbird
searches for a meal

the trees are green
but soon will turn

butterflies dart from stem to stem
the dogs are barking
off in the distance
and the deer
stand silently grazing

the mailbox is white
with a big red flag
the door is open to see inside
a letter the postman has left leaning
sits there waiting



today is clear
i can see to the end of the road
as it turns into the distance
against the hedgerows
that block my view
of the clouds rolling gently above

i have not been to the box
for quite some time
for rarely does it have an occupant
but this day for some strange reason
i felt an urge to walk
down the lane

there are no houses
on this road
and here the lone mailbox sits
like a beacon
to let one know
that someone in these woods
does exist

robert
2011

Friends (Part 2)

Shorty was a mystical sort of guy
part hip, part jock, part geek
He was smart
but knew how to play dumb
He had years of practice at it
The Short man never looked
down upon his friends
he enjoyed their company
and liked hanging out
Sometimes being too smart
kept him from enjoying
the simple things in life
and they kept him real
Being smart was dull
and doing stupid stuff was fun
He was their friend
they loved him and he loved
them back
Now Reuben on the other hand
was to slick for all of that
He didn't have time
to worry about things because
most of his life
was spent on a mission
He was a lover
with one thing on his mind..
Now don't get me wrong
he was a good friend
Just don't get in the way
if their were ladies around
These guys were too much
for me to handle
So I just sat back
and let them do their thing
There was never a dull moment
I can assure you

more later..


Robert
2011