Sunday, October 29, 2017

Ron's Poem


My Friends

When I was young
my best friends
were Rex and Jug,
Jug was my friend
before I can remember,
Rex came later.
We inseparable three
spent our days roaming
miles from home.
It took half an hour
to our neighbor’s house.
She gave us cookies and apples.
A small store and two room 
school was fifteen miles.
The school was also 
for parties and dances.
It served as a church for
Presbyterians and Baptists.
We lived on the edge of
grasslands and mountains.
There were deer, bears,
turkeys, mountain lions,
lots of small animals,
and snakes of all kinds.
Sometimes we saw a terrapin.
An eagle, a hawk or
an owl often delighted us
as did the water birds.
We lived with my parents
and grandparents.
We had hundreds of cattle.
That was all we knew.

A boy
a dog
a horse
It was ideal
but soon it came
to an end.

Ronald Kuykendall

Jan's Poem

TEARS

Let them flow
Let them flow
Like the river Nile
Mist from my soul
Twin rivers of pain

Let them flow
Let them flow
Like the river Danube
Balm for my misery
Two rivers of torment

Trails of bitterness
Salt of sorrow
Streaming, rolling,
a torrent of anguish,
Twin rivers of woe

Let them flow
Let them flow
Rivers of remorse
quench my melancholy soul
Two rivers of pain

Janice Kuykendall









Jan's Poem

ODE TO NANCY I look to you My sister For love and acceptance Others will judge me fault me for my ignorance They cannot see...