Ink and Palms and Memories

Deep memories creased in the palmss of my hands
feed by ink from this pen
This is what you read
Don't blink invisible ink will disappear like memories lost
Gone are the lines I write these words on
Gone is the pen and ink I used to wright these words
Gone are my hands I used to hold the pen to wright these words
Gone are my palms creased with memories
No memories to hold on to

1/8/12/jrg
Copyright© 2012 by Jeff R. Ghee

Black Bull Farmers Field

Beautiful black bull
Shoulders slumped
Eyes dropping
Head slung low
Hooves shifting through the farmer’s field

Dear Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
On a hot summer day
How you goanna keep cool
What you goanna do Mr. Bull

Hey Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
There is no shade under that tree
How you goanna keep cook
What you goanna do Mr. Bull
What you goanna do.

Hey Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
No water in that creek
How you goanna cool off
What you goanna do Mr. Bull

Hey Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
Standing up on the hill
You won’t fell a breeze up on that hill
How you goanna keep cool
What you goanna do Mr. Bull

Dear Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
On a hot summer day
No shade, no water in that creek
No breeze on that hill
Sweat just dripping off your face
How you goanna keep cool what you goanna do
Mr. Bull,
What you goanna do

9/2/00/ jrg
Copyright© 2012 by Jeff R. Ghee