A Poem Begins




“A poem begins as

a lump in the throat,

a sense of wrong,

a homesickness,

a lovesickness.”


~ Robert Frost




every ending

is a beginning

going who knows where




waiting  seasons change

God said to enjoy this one

no waiting required




preparing food

enjoying the process

edible delights for all




birds singing ‘thank you’

gratitude for just being

man always wants more


ME and the Boss






About merb010

Spring Hill, FL, United States Two nice old folks just hanging out, not hurting a bug or anything larger. The years have been kind to us and we now we are enjoying our golden years reading and writing. We are grateful for the God given talents that we now use to help others. View all posts by merb010

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