Tag: hometown

Watching Sunsets

Simple really,

sitting on a hill,

gravel path leading

to my favorite observation

tower, leading my mind

beyond the moment before.

I’d climb the steps

knowing I’d reach the top,

sitting above the trees

landscape below.

I could look forever up there

and still be standing alone,

my thoughts my own,

my world around me.

Still no answers

I’ll decide when to leave.

There is that guttural feeling,

the slippery slope

of wondering what if

instead of knowing why.

I’d watch sunsets

all day long

if the time ever allowed

beyond that one setting sun,

began another evening

of watching my fears

dance around in my head.

Gaze along the treeline,

looking hard to see my home,

never finding anything

reminds me of that one time,

when in the heat of summer

I could feel the world around me,

hanging tight to the rail

of my favorite observation tower,

thinking about the gravel path

got me where I needed to be.

Hometown Waves

On the corner, in the local market,

walking old familiar sidewalks,

feel the energy, the constant racket,

hearing voices familiar talks.


i drove past my childhood in several

different avenues, and smiled

a lot, while occasional stark recall

suggested I’d been a little wild.


I recalled the night in the lower breezeway

she was as willing as I that night,

to talk about anything that mattered that day,

just being there was surely a delight.


Though the streets were all sort of named,

I could only recall the eyes, and faces

everyone today just seemed more aimed

at handling aging with certain graces.


Driving through town came across the Sun

streaking across the sky, just so close

to jumping inside, say hello to your one,

yet today wasn’t the right way to close.


So i continued along our, your Grand avenue

wondered about a smile, a real person

working the machines, each day ideas anew,

thought another time, a newer reason.


My hometown, I posted a pic and a grin

to realize we were much older then,

today, we just reasoned how we might win

this battle of aging, less scarier than


the innocence of childhood, of young adults

living out their lives with such similar results.