Well now, it has truly been an interesting few days since last I posted here. Those who have talked to me know that I have a girlfriend now. It is entirely too long a story to tell here. But that is OK. The best way for me to express it is to say that today when I talked to her on the phone, she said she loved me. That made my day, hell, my week, year, life. I don't plan on letting this girl get away, unless she really wants
to. Anyway, that's enough sappy lovetalk from me. Perhaps I should throw a poem on here as well, to wash the sappy taste away. So here goes...I call it "Storm's Peace" Small boy wandering the streets alone It's a small town in winter Shovel jauntily thrown across his shoulder Snow falls heavy and fat on the ground Hunter orange cap bobs with excited steps Streetlight makes the world a snow globe The boy shrugs his grey and blue coat Snow settles deep on a driveway The battered shovel swings down Someone's driveway feels steel scrape Pushing a shovel too big brings aches Down the road another walk is covered Shovel returns to shoulder Another streetlight creates another eternal scene The boy pauses at lights edge and looks An owl calls from a power pole Another walk calls the intrepid boy onward Silence crowds close not deafening just murmuring Homemade denim pants become snow caked Giant evergreens collect their white cloak The boy is frozen not by cold not by fear A rumble begins almost in the ground Sneakers in snow
pivot the boy Snowplow crests the hill pushing with a chiming chain Eyes full of innocence and awe watch the rumbling jangling shovel The owl flies away A dog barks And the weary boy slings the shovel over his shoulder And begins his walk home Growing in ways he can't know yet Bent It comes from my childhood, winters in Flaming Gorge, most notably in Dutch John are beautiful. The poem is third person about me as a boy and an expierience I had one night shoveling snow for the
fun of it. Snowfall has always been comforting to me. Well noble readers, I bid you good night. You will also note that I have removed a previous posting. having said what I did, I no longer feel a need to share it with the internet surfing world. But I do want you all to remember this, a Nickel's worth of wisdom isn't worth what you paid for it. Fenris
