Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Old Barns and Memories


I stand and gaze at an ancient barn 
of old and weathered wood
Leaning over hard toward the ground
Where once it stood
Straight and strong against nature's
Unyielding endless blast
And I can see it's once great strength
But those days have passed

The heavy weight of years is bearing
on its weathered frame. 
Time erodes it's strength
and nothing stays the same.
The days are blowing on it
a river of constant change.
Then one day you look and only
the memory remains.

I stand and look at long years
Which much too quickly pass
And memories that march by
Are all that last
Things all fade away 
With moth and rust
But memories remain until
We return to the dust.

(C) James L. Frady April 8, 2017

Friday, March 17, 2017

A Sonnet For The Winter Snow


I watched the leaden clouds consume the peaks
And wrap their wraith-like arms around the hills
Then down the slopes the winter weather creeped
Until the valley was completely filled
The snowflakes came, at first so slow and weak
Drifting in the frigid air so cold and still
Then grew in strength and raced in snowy streaks
As the bitter wind arrived and brought its chill

The snow was hissing, falling through the trees
And I was huddled beneath their frozen boughs
The flakes were falling, blowing in the breeze
And melting on my red and stinging nose
I felt my tension melting in this peace
And let it flow out with the drifting snow

(C) James L Frady March 17, 2017

Thursday, October 27, 2016

A Fence That Never Was


My long forgotten road.

A Tree and a Boy

There's a tree needs to be climbed.
And a boy don't need a reason.
It's standing there like a challenge.
Its very existence is teasing.
It's daring him to try his skill,
To mount its trunk and lofty branches.
A boy cannot resist adventure.
He grabs a limb and takes his chances.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

It’s Your Life:

Your life is a ride, so ride it hard and fast.
Live fully every minute of every day.
And have memories, not regrets at the last.

You’re the lead actor with a chosen cast.
And life an unscripted part that you play
Your life is a ride so ride it hard and fast.

The scenes keep changing acts keep rushing past.
Some you can’t remember, while in some you want to stay.
And have memories, not regrets at the last.

Find yourself on a journey unsurpassed
An epic adventure as way leads on to way
Your life is a ride, so ride it hard and fast

Dream your dreams, do things, make your life a blast
Take the chance to live while it is today.
And have memories, not regrets at the last

Face each day with joy and never stay downcast
Bad times come, but chase them all away
Your life is a ride, so ride it hard and fast
And have memories, not regrets at the last.

(c) James L. Frady  February 21, 2016

Monday, February 1, 2016

A Memory

I am sitting in a cold and windy day

Looking at the bare and forlorn trees. 

And the brittle grass, all grey and dead

Stiffly shivering against the winter breeze. 

I think of you and then I feel a smile

Appear across my weathered face

Your memory takes me far away

To warmer days and to a different place

It seemed back then all the days were warm

And life was open, an endless road ahead

But time and circumstances led us apart

And one by one the roads were closed instead

Now you’re but a memory that brings

A smile to my face and warms my soul

Someone I once knew and remember still

A memory to cherish as I grow old.

 

James L. Frady ©  January 31, 2016

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Lonesome Me


I need the wild places
The high lonesome valleys 
The hard,  long climbs to heaven
Beneath an untamed sky

I need the empty spaces
Broad and long and barren 
Ten thousand years of dust
Windswept, silent, and dry

I need the frozen landscape 
White and grey and forlorn 
Drifted, crusted snow banks 
And bowed down evergreens

I need the deepest forest
Untouched by human footprint 
Trees reaching upward
Echoes of things unseen

I long for inner stillness
And peace that lies within
Calmness in my spirit
And stillness in my mind

I am drawn to hidden places
Steeped in solitude
Far from beaten pathways
Civilization far behind

(C) James L Frady 01/24/2016