lost soul

i awoke

in an old, abandoned school;

i didn’t

recognize the building itself,

but the old wooden floors

seemed oddly familiar.

i called

out for a teacher to help,

any teacher,

but they’d left long ago–

and i am yet a fool.

i walked

down a road, unpaved;.

i didn’t

recognize the road itself,

but i knew i’d been there.

i called

out for a god to help,

any god,

but they’d left long ago–

and i am yet unsaved.

–photo by me

Log Cabin Quote

Whenever I run into an old log cabin on my misadventures, it reminds me of a quote by Gene Logsdon:

“A log cabin symbolized

The embrace between

Civilization & nature,

Humans literally wrapping

The trees around them

As they might draw on

A coat and hat.”

I’m also reminded of the log cabin my friends and I built back in the high school days, mostly for a place to drink. It turned out to be a stunning structure, with over one hundred logs, cedar bunk beds, a cellar, and even an ornate church door with a round, porthole window. (That’s me with the machete–boys will be boys!)

–First photo by me

my torn flag

veterans day

has slipped away

like men and wars

they fought in,

but i’ll display

my flag each day

so they won’t be

forgotten,

and though it’s worn,

begrimed and torn,

its wounds do not

disgrace it–

yet on that day

war goes away,

i’ll happily

replace it.

–photo by me