When I am old

When I Am An Old HorsewomanI shall wear turquoise and diamonds,And a straw hat that doesn’t suit meAnd I shall spend my social security onwhite wine and carrots,And sit in my alleyway of my barnAnd listen to my horses breathe. will sneak out in the middle of a summer nightAnd ride the old bay gelding,Across…

With every goodbye

After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to understand that kisses are not contracts and presents aren’t promises. And you begin to accept your defeats with your head held high…

The World is a Beautiful Place – Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The world is a beautiful place to be born into  if you don’t mind happiness  not always being  so very much fun  if you don’t mind a touch of hell  now and then  just when everything is fine  because even in heaven  they don’t sing  all the time  The world is a beautiful place  to be…

Why we are truly a nation 

Why We Are Truly a NationBY WILLIAM MATTHEWS Because we rage inside  the old boundaries,  like a young girl leaving the Church,  scared of her parents.  Because we all dream of saving  the shaggy, dung-caked buffalo,  shielding the herd with our bodies.  Because grief unites us,  like the locked antlers of moose  who die on…