First Day Here!

Can you believe, this is my very first day in trying a blog? How many years now has blogging been in existence? Guess I'm a late bloomer. Anyway, thought I would use this as my personal soap box, given that I'm good at using the soap box! I've been trying my hand at writing poetry this past year and will use this space to share some of it...not to mention to clear the air regarding any of my "hot buttons"!

Stay tuned for a few photos now and then, also.

In the meantime, here is a poem I've been working on regarding a guy I saw at a truck stop when we were in Texas!

Cowboy at a Truck Stop

Years of smoking seeped from his body; rowdy hair crowded
beneath a cowboy hat. Well-worn spurs adorned his boots.
His seasoned face revealed it all: too many days
of sun-soaked toil, booze and cigarettes.

Securing himself against the counter, he emptied
his pocket of loose change. Trembling hands counted
each coin, working toward the total that would purchase his prize:
a liter bottle of beer wrapped in a brown paper bag,

courtesy of the cashier. He thanked the person next in line for
her patience--his appearance unbecoming such good manners--
then picked up the guitar stacked by the door and went out to his living.
No one asked him where he was going; no one offered him a ride.

It didn’t matter, for the air hung heavy with assumption:
just another drunkard drinking up another day.