While I travel down life’s road

Country winds call me home.

Running barefoot through a sea of grass

I would not know what must come to pass.

I must leave the country side,

I must find my path

To push myself forward

To make my own footpath

Country winds call me home

While it can be maintained

For they do not know my love

And they do not know my pain.

-Ron Chapel...

I found her before I knew

Friendship, laughter, trust bloomed

Filling the empty space between

I dare not ask the question,

What is the truth I feel?

I denied, reflecting in silent intensity

Easy it was at first, in the quiet

Stillness of the night, my heart and mind met

Reminding, to ask it. Ask the question.

What do you feel?

In scarce reality my heart broke through

In the quiet of the night ...

November 18, 1991

I knew better. That’s what I keep telling myself, even now my hand shakes and my mind is filled with pain. I didn’t wait long enough to check on a buck I’ve been hunting for all week. In my excitement, my eagerness, I didn’t wait long enough and now I know, I am dying.

November 19, 1991

Through all my years of experience, I had always given the right amount of time. The deer, hu...

It was just a rock. Well, then again calling it just a rock is a bit of an understatement. I suppose technically it’s a bolder, though how large it truly is still remains unknown. Dark grey in color, rather unremarkable except it existed on top of the hill. The rock, round and large enough to fit our friend group was the meeting place, base, spaceship and a slue of many other things.

Though I tho...

As winters cold and gray fades

Spring green buds and flourish

What once was hollow and barren

Comes to life with warm breath

The winds of spring carry her name

I doubt, deny and then calm understanding

The winds of spring carry her name

Warm cheeks, beating heart, spring buds bloom.

Spring green life flourish and strong

Even after the winds have ceased

Understanding and accepting

Into summer...

Gone and gone again she lays still in peaceful sleep. Through layers of soft earth to a single large stone to mark her presence in a world that has forgotten.

In youth, in dreadful imagination, I ask myself how things would be without her.

In present day, in present mind that answer lies harshly revealed. Death did not come quick and sudden as it does to many. Death did not run, or jog or walke...