I thought that I would share with you a poem that I wrote. It has been published in a book titled
"Songs of Honor" under a pen name.

~ In Memory of my Father ~


OLD MAN'S MOSSY TREE

Droplets fall from the heavens as mossy old tree

swings away given to blissful breeze,

as the old man sits lazily feeding silvery ducks

flies days filled o' memory. Grandeur adrift the times of

gone by years, could it be last Wednesday or perhaps last

Tuesday. Memories reach a bargain with Grandma Bessy's bacon,

iron skillet fried fish, aromas permeate up of delectable

distinction transcend to pallet. Mother's lovely angelic-like face

floating by on a cloud as a single dewdrop fills his sullen eye. Crisp,

ivory linens flap loudly, crackling in time with wind, to its will be

the day. Road snaps of twigs, footprints linger as huckster making

way for selling his wares, be it decades ago. Cherished of sweet and

now forlorn are frolicking days, tattered shoes and cranberry

suspenders, bells zinging out in tones of glee as the old man

vanishes gently into slumber, clinging to yesterday, with dear old ever

dependable friend, swaying weathered, mossy tree.