Fox and the Hound

Bon voyage

Bon voyage, adieu, and godspeed
Are all the things you say to me
As you wave a sweet good bye and go on your new journey.
And here I sit, waiting, alone
To hear some word via phone
That you got there safe and sound
And where your staying has been found.
And then you’ll say what you got assigned
And put up some pictures in good time
Tell us in status what’s going on
And what’s happening across the pond.
And I’m happy for you I really am..,
But when is it my turn, what happened to my plans.
So here I sit heart aching and sad.
So much that the tears run down and I wipe them away with my hand.


Untitled by me

Tonight I sit on the porch. I want the world, I want to know how it feels in my hands. How it tastes on my tongue. How it sounds through my ears. How it looks through my eyes. I want to walk from one place to another and sleep under the stars if its too far. In the morning to sit on a hill, look out, and soak up the colors, smells, sounds. All of these I will file away one by one, so when I’m older I can see a photo and know how it felt, how it tasted, how it sounded, how it looked.