Sacred Spread

Sacred Spread
23 April 2016

My heart’s homeward bound
To the original homestead;
To the ranch, miles from town
Out to the old spread.
With wheat fields all around,
The way it touches me’s profound.
It’s where my soul gets fed
To make this my sacred ground.

I walk barefooted, feeling
The dirt between my toes.
I breathe deeply, healing
My heart from its woes.
Tension leaves me, kneeling
I sense the Earth’s vibratos.
Yes, I’m connected, appealing
For the peace this place bestows.

All Cheers My Dears

All Cheers My Dears
20 April 2012

Today I'm celebrating me.
In school I had low self-esteem.
I survived that vile misery.
In my career, the boss on my team
Only added to my tension.
Now I'm cheering for hanging in
And lasting to get a pension.
I'm acknowledging all that's been
Accomplished by honoring me.
Today I'm rejoicing at my wholest
With a self-image that really
Lets me enjoy life to its fullest.

Gratitude for Latitude

My friend James Kent publishes an online newsletter for his family & friends. It's called Ohana News. Each year he asks for contributions for his Thanksgiving Issue.

Gratitude for Latitude

4 November 2011

This year I’m grateful to get a pension

Meaning no alarm clock (That I savor.)

Which greatly reduces my tension

And contributes to each day’s flavor.

I’m glad of the serendipitous discovery

That chocolate, blueberries and walnuts

Improved my short-term memory

And boosted my brain out of its ruts.

I’m thankful to be in San Diego County

For the weather, Balboa Park, beach,

And mountains; meaning so much bounty.

I appreciate having friends within reach,

To socialize with gay men who

Think along the same lines as me,

Enjoy the same activities as I do

And add to my felicity.