Hello my friends, I’m the friendly grey tractor. A bit ruffed up and corrosion in my paint but still going strong. I go under the nickname Grålle, Gray Horse.
Brum, brum, ha de Gött!
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Tag Archive for ‘Writing’
Autumn Colors
What is not to love
with autumn
a crescendo of color
from warm to cold
green grass covered in frost
from lull to storm
birds in formation
navigator set to south
nature smells
of settling down
Life is a cycle, ride on. Ha de Gött!
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Foliage
Rays of light sipping through the thick foliage of the Oak and Linden trees.
Ancient rocks covered with soft green moss. Shaped and tossed around by the inland ice, or perhaps by the giant trolls sleeping their thousand year sleep in the hidden caves.
Leaf rustle around my feet as I slowly walk over the old stone fence.
Around me the acorns drop to the ground, or is it the squirrel throwing trying to hit me, tries to scare me off.
The forest is full of mystery, just stop and listen, imagine. Ha de Gött!
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Billy
Billy was a country boy had a used up tractor for a toy oblivious of come what may with a luscious girl in the hay life like river twist and turn ramifications of that yearn now Billy Junior factor plays with used up tractor
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Dedicated to Hobbo, ha de Gött!
Imposter
I envy the ones that never seem to suffer the imposter syndrome walks tall, head held high confident clapping steps in smart suit corridors slips away unruffled casually brushing off dandruff shoulders hands never seen shoulder deep in cookie jars the real imposters
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The one that got away
Memories, of could have been if just alone in that scene giggling friend intervene across crowded train, eyes flirting butterfly stomach, holiday fling in the heart, a little sting last dance so close, so tight but separate ways in the night bitter sweet could this been right tongue stuck, nothing to say growing distance in the sandy bay the one that got away
Nothing compares to my wife, ha de Gött!
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Six pack
Cardboard wrapped arrived this thing long smooth neck and six string locked in ruffed up shed frantically played till fingers bleed pays off with the coolest riff rockin' hard like a giant cliff friends with drum and base life went off to another phase greasy agent, giant record deal life on a roll, that was the feel playin' hard, no gentle song nothing, could really go wrong caricature like a bad cartoon acting out like loon sex and drugs and wrecking room heading fast to his doom tucked away in rehab made comeback like Ahab
Rock on, ha de Gött!
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Shave
Once so silky and smooth
soft as mothers caress
pinched by lady in blue hair
As voice got dark
nature made its remark
a sandpaper like texture
This ancestors heritage
I wish I could escape
these cheeks like an ape
I know it’s not a big thing but I really hate shaving, ha de Gött!
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Corridors
Shadow and light, as life
to the end relentless, tick, tramp
contrast existence, good and bad
Seek the light, walk fearless
is the end dark and nothingness
let light guide you to the door
knock and walk right in
Good and bad times in life, only wish good times lasted a bit longer, ha de Gött!
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Gates
Gates shut you out or let you in, a sign of power and status. Colorful or plain. Artistic ornamentation to hide the secrets within. Strong heavy gates, enter with fear and respect. Dare to use the door knocker.
Pictures from Helsingör, Denmark.
Choose wisely, who to shut out and who to let in, ha de Gött!
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