Dog On A Root

- jim Young  Thanksgiving chores when I was young, Was a weekend filled with laughter and fun. We’d head to Muskoka to tie off the docks, Then carry the boats up over the rocks. Stored in the shed were motors and oars, Gas cans, lifejackets, paddles and more. Things put away and stored for the year, Memories shared o’er a few pints of beer. The young ones scampered through the woods to play; Or fish from the rocks to help pass the day. Capture the flag, building forts, catching leaves, Hide and seek, or just climbing trees. We’d cut down a tree, sometimes two, maybe more, Cut, split and piled, near the back door. While the men worked hard at growing some blisters, Mom busied herself with the help of my sisters, Preparing stuffed turkey, potatoes and treats. There was always something good to eat. The meal was enjoyed in happy reminisce, With a tear shed in memory of loved ones we missed. Plates were emptied as we sat back with a sigh, Then dessert would be served in the form of a p...

A bit of beer,          some sleeping pills,                               and coke. If you were here -         the evening would be perfect; Except, of course for           the beer,                    the pills,                             and the coke! - jim Young 19880214

for Jenny I'm a Butterfly entrapped by an invisible shield upon which dewdrops crystallize. magic powder has disappeared from My wings and is replaced by a thumb and finger print on each wing. three blades of grass surround Me and a brown dried up twig to convince Me I am free but I am not! - jim Young circa1971

There’s a flower among the weeds in the garden, And the sun is shining through the clouds today; The moon glows ever brightly in the darkness; And guides me through the night along my way. A gentle breeze cuts through the stillness of the air, Composing melodies as they weave among the pines; And time stands still throughout eternity, Until at last you have resolved to be mine. A canopy of red and orange and yellow, Protects me from a chilly autumn rain; Forest berries fulfill an emptiness within me, ‘Til I’m home and in your loving arms again. Footsteps in the snow reveal the pathway, That has led me to your door and to your heart; Open both, and let me freely enter, Let me stay and never more shall we part. You are my flower in the garden and sun that’s in the sky, The moon set in the darkness and the breeze that passes by. You are time that’s never-ending, the beauty of the fall, Berries, paths and snowflakes, you are one and you are all. Lie with ...