Poems from jryaws
Like the lonely sentinels, Whom they represent-They guard the long forsaken shells-And care not where they went.Ash to ash, dust to dust-...
I wish I were an artist-With canvas, palette, brushI'd like to paint a tapestryDepicting such as us.
You ladies in your studios-Or maybe...
The truth, the dreadful truth you see-Is what we tell ourselves-Destroying all our vanity-To place it on a shelf.To see ourselves, just as...
I poured a cup of coffee, while the rain was pouring down.The cloudy sky a heavy hand, on our south Texas town.I walked out on the front...
You know, I've been a drifter,For over forty years.I've known my share of laughter-And, likewise shed some tears.
I've ridden western...