Christmas 2015

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Christmas 2015

I will write for the lonely
Because I am one of them,
Sharing my thoughts with the wind and the stars
And no one else
Until the end,

I died a little on that bridge,
Recalling those words:
“They’re sending me to Vietnam; it’s this whole ‘nuther country”
I know it’s just a movie, (Forrest Gump, 1994)
But I could not help but think about
All the young men that went to war
With no one in their hearts,
Maybe that thought may have kept them
Alive just one more day,

I left the window blinds open
So she could see the Christmas tree
On her way home,
For God or for country,
For the blessed
Or just for the
Lonely,

I will write…

Rtk

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Footprints

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Footprints

The footprints in the fallen snow
Follow me where ever I go,

Footprints found Balance Rock and Picnic Point
Grand Dads Bluff and Egg Harbor,
Swamps and forests, cliffs and railroad tracks
Trails and country roads,
A waterfall
Or two,

Footprints found Chicago and St Paul
St Louis and Miller Park,
Crosswalks, sidewalks, intersections and traffic lights
The Capitol
A time
Or two,

Footprints found the mountains and the beach
As the tide came in I watched them disappear,
Sunrises and sunsets as the days
Turned into years,

If you want to know what I know
Just follow my footprints in the snow…

Rtk

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Afternoon Delight

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Afternoon Delight

A life without sky
Would not be worth
Living,
As a day without sunshine
Is only an endless
Night,
Dreams may be born on pillows
But they grow while
Looking to the
Sky…

Rtk

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For The Fallen…

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For the Fallen…

We ran as far as we could
Until the running stopped,
Some passed the torch
Before it scorched the earth
Some did not,

For the fallen,

We ran as fast as we could
Until the running stopped,
Some looked to the heavens
Some did not,
All are gone
But none are forgot,

For the fallen,

We ran as far and as fast as we could
From where once we never stood,
For time never stands still
Not even love will break her will
We ran until
The running stopped…

For the fallen…

Rtk

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Grass Won’t Cut Itself

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Grass Won’t Cut Itself

Gray skies
And it’s raining,
The lawn is not getting mowed
But I’m not complaining,
Grass grows in straight lines
Until it won’t,
Ants dance in its shade
Until they don’t,
As the rain finds
Their canopy above,
And then the ground below
As I listen contently from
My bedroom window,
The tall grass is safe for another day…

Rtk

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Hoffman Falls

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March 28th, 2017
Hoffman Falls, Cliffy Falls State Park, Indiana

One went into the rushing water
And did not come back,
One was left helpless
Standing on the bank,

24 hours later,

We hiked into the canyon
Working against the water at our feet,
The sun directly above us
In the middle of the week,

We hiked as far as we could go
Looking now to the spring sky,
Two small crosses were planted there
And we did not know why,

A small band of four later joined us
And shared the story,

One went into the rushing water
And did not come back,
One was left helpless
Standing on the bank,

18 years does not ask for much,
Only the souls of the survivors,
Superior, she said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November are remembered…

Rtk

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Baseball is Life…

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Baseball is Life…

I got hit in the face
With a baseball once
And it hurt like hell,
Under my bottom lip is a scar
If you look closely
You can tell,

I once hit a baseball
Into the spring sky,
A line drive that turned
Into a big fly,
By the time the centerfielder had tracked it down
And gave it quickly to the second baseman,
I had touched them all, a moment in the sun,
You had to be there, very few were
Still only counts for one run,

On a summer day, many summers ago now
I made a pilgrimage to a distant land,
In that Mecca, surrounded by streets and cars,
By fans and by bars,
My world opened up once again,
Through the turnstiles and up the stairs
As the summer breeze greeted me kindly,
And the danced in the green ivy,
I had found paradise
In the middle of the city,

Some say baseball is life
I’d rather play it, than say it,
So yes maybe it is…

Rtk
02-15-18
Pitchers and catchers report today.

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