The lake lays
Awake
While we sleep
Lapping waves
On the shores
Of the Indiana shores
With dunes and beaches
Summer will evaporate
While the lake lies
Awaits a new summer
In a deep winter freeze
The Lake Lays
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Category Archives: Poems
On The Trail
Develop and return
My hands ache from
The hard turns
Downturns
Swirls
The webs we weave
While the world turns
We are on the trail
To some sandy land
With hopes held tightly
In our hands
Granite Stones
Cold
Underlining counters
With reflective site
Elbow cold
Down by my side
Granite stones
In suburban homes
This life we live
The truths we own
Lays on top
Of these granite stones
Aches and Pains
Aches and pains
Strange held hands
In a cold rain
Under red skies
Under falling leaves
In a lake
Not a sea
The aches and pains
Cities and lanes
Riding in the cars
Remain the same
Life Love Funny
Life is funny
Love is strange
Funny how the two
Can be easy
And be a pain
Hold On
Hold on
When the world
Grows thin
Hold on
When life seems strange
Hold on
Be the same
When the mountains
Fall asleep
And the deserts
Sit still
The same
Will remain
And be still
Where I Go
Where I go
When the news of the day
Constructs fear towers
In the home
Where I stay
Can I go in moments notice
Go unnoticed
Where can I go
Where I float
Return to home
A Birds View
A birds view
On life
Eating
And staying alive
A birds view
Reminds us
To see the greater scene
Truth revealed
When we pull away
From time to time
We learn
To let go
Fly
A birds view is needed
Tonight
What in the World
The world
Is not ours
We deserve nothing
We have our lives
Our decisions
Some want it all
Packed in raw made
Incisions
How the world falls
When the silly
Want it all
Build our lives
With broken chairs
Sit in as we dare
The whole world
Is at stake
Terrible times
To make a mistake
Take a Break
Walk away
Start anew
From Tuesday blues
To Wednesday new
Hold on to new days
No matter what anyone says
Hope is best in moderation
Don’t let go
When optimism is lost
It may not come back
Gone drifting into the black
Hold on to what is true
Hold this day
Anew
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