A soft comfort on a cold bus
and Arizona passes me by.
The fake desert of cow-grass and brown
misleads from the sky.
Abandoned hills give home
to the sunset of sweet orangeand an indescribable glow
to which I am now so much closer.
The canyon in its grandeur
truly is a mystic;
an overwhelming beast
not tangible,
touchable,
but there just the same.
And Sedona with her red Earth,
pushed upward toward the skyshows in all her glory
how Mother Nature is kind.
~Jordan Scott
I indulge in poetry. This is so much better than the ones in our textbook! Another one...
Grandpa Died.
He left me with his roses
and his black dirt garden with his tomatoes and lettuce
but he forgot to take our evenings in the kitchen together
and he forgot to take the smell of his jacket
and the sound of my name,
the way he said it
He left me with his catfishing and his care of tools
and a set of deer antlers on the wall
but he forgot to take his glass of wine and ginger ale
and his big hands around mine.
He left a grey tackle box
a handmade knife
and some homemade sinkers
but he left his hat on the rack
and his glasses by the bed
but he forgot to take his name,
forgot to take his smile.
He left his cruficix on the wall,
the statue of the Virgin on his dresser
and the braid of garlic
he loved so well.
~Jeff Curtis
Departure.::Epee::.I'm Michelle, in case any of you did not see my post about it!
