The Toy Trains

Canada and More 330

Sometimes a toy train set is all a guy needs

to take him back, to find his roots, that some history

was ok, not a wasteland. Memories of the firehouse

where factory workers made a world, trains down the track

and people were safe, sleeping at night soundly, wearing

strength and goodness, hoping for a better year.

We were never perfect then, but we knew who we were

chugging down the tracks, trying

to do better. Embracing the world,

full speed ahead.

         

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

In the Country

Oceans 976

When you and I are in the country we can take back our time

our sanity, by ignoring the negative and basking in the sun,

the park, the bench by the lake whispering, waiting for the center

of our souls to be pieced back together again, silent warfare

in the wholeness, the calm.

Do you remember picking apples when the children were little?

filling our buckets, sometimes fresh peaches or berries,

always smiling at the Creator with a sense of wonder, the children

running and playing, pumpkins in the fall.

The sky was not on fire back then, and the world seldom wept,

war was far away, we were filled

with freedom, expecting only the good.

And now – I cannot look without weeping,

take me back to the country,

where we can take back our time, our sanity.

At least we can whisper, on the park bench, by the lake.

         

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Eight Days a Week

Have you ever been in love with someone so much, you wished there were more hours in a day? Or maybe, there could be more days in a week? That way you could have more time with the one you love. Here’s a song about it. The old film footage is neat too. I love the early Beatles’ songs. The weekend is coming! Hang in there you can make it!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Commentary © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Chevy

Chevy

Ratchet turning to the left

taking off the valve cover,

scraping off the gasket

with a putty knife.

Thinking of Tracy while

putting on the new.

Underneath the monolith,

draining the life blood – oil,

new filter.

Up top, adjusting the carburetor,

right mixture of fuel and air.

Where did I put her phone number?

Closing the hood, and wiping off smudges,

looking her over, and starting her up,

glass pacs on the exhaust roaring,

mag wheels jumping, ready to rumble.

Does she like me?

There was no time for peace,

too busy looking cool or trying,

it was all about power and speed.

Revving, pushing the clutch in,

taking it out of neutral, putting it in

first gear,

then stomping the gas pedal.

Wheels spinning with smoke,

incredible noise and power,

fishtailing, dragster.

Should I take her to the movies?

It was 1976.

 

 

 

 

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Baltimore

Baltimore

The 2 inch plastic soldiers died,

terrible deaths, off the back porch,

or by being crushed with rocks.

Some medieval knights perished too,

on a regular basis.

Throwing my baseball against a wall,

and through the neighbor’s window,

is about the worst thing I ever did.

Row after row of houses, hopeful,

strong with brick, working hard.

Foundations. Italians and Poles,

and everybody else,

so close you could smell the sausages,

cooking on Sunday.

Mrs. Di Paulo cooking with limburger

cheese again.

I ride by on my bike in the alley,

Norman Wells playing Johnny Cash,

over and over again, A Boy Named Sue,

Folsum Prison,

somewhere Janis Joplin

singing her heart out,

at least she was alive then.

I never knew Jimi Hendrix

until later. It was the 1960’s.

 

 

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