Poetry
Memory Molestation
Like a minnow in the moss Memories in my mind did toss And you Rude awakenings caused by some unconscious contemplation Once more comes sleep in reluctant hesitation Then you *********************************************************** *********************************************************** https://bardofthewoods.com thisdonald is “Ragin’ Against The Storm”
Stan And Me
By Don Kenton Henry I ner’ been to Europe er met the president But I’ve sat on a warm wooden bridge and tossed pebbles at a crawdad I ner’ owned no car, but I’ve felt the summer sand between my toes as I walked down our lane to fetch the mail Ner’ had no […]
Sun Shower
By Don Kenton Henry Today I took stock of all for which I paid a fare The drink and music and solitary travel here or there Of time spent pursing things I could not acquire and never shall attain Of years squandered pursing all that’s vain I thought of material acquisitions victims of […]
Mom
By Don Kenton Henry Yours was the first voice I heard Each breath you took you shared with me, My heart beat but for you You kept your place each time I stumbled, though everything inside you begged, “Pick him up!” But you were there when I took my first steps You counseled me through […]
Only One Version
By Don Kenton Henry There is only one version and you can’t buy it off the shelf If can be redeeming; It can be utterly cruel It shines bright when brought into the light Or it can haunt you in the dark of the night It’s the currency of the wise and the counterfeit […]
Ghost Ship
By Don Kenton Henry A man has to have worked very hard at being this alone I am asked if this was always my plan I reply, you mean to inhabit a one person home To be an island unto myself , a solitary man It took years to lose the people, friends, pets, […]
Life’s A Canvas Painted
By Don Kenton Henry Sun rise or sun set, it’s hard to know which is best A day of honest labor, or one of rest A day begun or day done, like a song to be written or a song sung A spring breeze or a winter’s blast A first love . . . […]
Better’n Bread ‘N Butter Pickles
By Don Kenton Henry Nothing but the sound of crickets rose above the corn in the mid-day sun that hot July. I’d shut my tractor down, taken my brown bag and thermos and left the field for the row of trees bordering the Wabash. That river cut right through grandpa’s one hundred twenty acres and […]
SHE’S BEEN MISTREATED NOT DEFEATED
By Don Kenton Henry The Lady’s served her children well She’s known joy and she’s known hell She’s lost more than just one son and daughter too She’s been through tragedy and triumph Ever watchful and reliant And she does it all for me and you A shining beacon across the seas leading those […]
LET THE LEAVES BE POETRY
By Don Kenton Henry You were a beauty rare I was a man with dearth of words A paucity of poetry I claimed I cursed my thoughts should go unheard You, lover of song and mirth ― how could you have cared For I without a worthy tribute O what I’d given to […]
