Plow the Row

Perhaps sometime in my future
There will be a joy filled day
Where love and warmth and blessings
Morph my drudgery into play

And if luck shines her face apon me
With that day I’ll find a mate
To salve my wounds and stresses
And help me best my fate

But if my future remains as
My present and past are now
I’ll still strap myself in harness
And hook up to the plow

That defines the row I’ve chosen
To cut deep in fertile soils
Regardless of rains that may pass
Over and bake harden my toils

© Copyright 1986 Marty Vandermolen All Rights Reserved

One of Us was Destined

I never dreamt of stardom
I never dreamt of fame
All I wanted was to love you
“til the cows come home again”
Turns out I was too much country
You were city through and through
And so one day you left me
And there was nothing I could do
For even if I embraced
City noise, smog and sight
I would no longer respect me
And so I’d not be right
A day would come when screaming
Off to the hills I’d run
So since one of us was destined
To leave the other stunned
I’d rather you left me weeping
Then I left you hurt and numbed

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Winter Sun

Winter sun flows
Downward
Like golden honey
Melting over the
Crippling chill of
Darkness

Crystaline light floods
Pale blue
Sky’s erasing film
gray clouds above
Low sea mist
Below

Restless waves throw
Drowned waves
Pounding endlessly against
Resiting rock anvils
Towering over compliant
Sands

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