Poems #1

Look guys he's feeling poetic.

The Pecan Grove:

  The trees grew
               in wild rows;
                           tall they stood,
             leafless and bare.
                             It was not yet their season.
                      They had been planted
                            For another.

No Trespassing:

I sat beyond the broken fence
deep within the wood
amidst the grass and fallen limbs,
and let the bugs crawl where they like

I listened to the wind blow
And the birds sing
And the distant highway drone
I took what silence I could

I watched thoughts never spoken
And dreams never shared.
In fear of what I'd lose
If I dared to gain. 

Carpet:

There is no mountain to ascend.
No temple, no altar
on which to lay my sins.
So I lay on the carpet,
and think of the carpenter
and pray.

Riddled With Hope:

Mired in doubt
Yet riddled with hopes,
As numerous as the sands.
Most have slipped through my fingers,
Though a few still linger,
Resting in the palm of my hand