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




Why are these so good