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