of life and love

this tale in time, organic frieze
to touch your hand, to know, to please
as sand, it trickles through our spell
of life and love, and stories, tell

to face and speak with kith and kin
still eye to eye, this dream we’re in
and warmth in mind will ever be
the strength to steer these lives so free

when far away in thought or deed
importance of the you we need
take comfort in the ones who care
are pleased to know you, anywhere

and once a while glance there to see
that outstretched arms, a guarantee
whatever, where you might have flown
the life and love of us you’ve known

©2006 Hey Hey

g`day hey hey, you are indeed in fine form dear fellow, from sangria sprees to life and love and all thing in between, most excellent and enjoyable reading, food for the soul, keep well and take care as always greg.

Remember when thirty seemed so old
Now lookn' back it's just a steppin' stone
To where we are,
Where we've been
Said we'd do it all again
Remember when
Remember when we said when we turned gray
When the children grow up and move away
We won't be sad, we'll be glad
For all the life we've had
And we'll remember when

(an Alan Jackson song)

I have to agree with Cousin Greg, my dear friend; you really are in fine form, here and in Sangria Spree and all your new poems. You always write well, but I am pleased to feel we are progressing, all of us, together, and to notice growth distinctly.

I have been lost in a storm of paint, plaster, and pandemonium here, as we renovate and restore the old haunted house so that we can at last rent out rooms to university students; finances demand we do it now. So I have been kept away from the board, to my regret, and even from my writing; I just finished hours of painting, and not the artistic kind, although there is a sort of artistry to doing it right. It's all pretty much exhausting and overwhelming. When I finally stop for the day, or the night, I sleep as the dead; now I understand "the sleep of the just": they are just exhausted, I suppose.

In any case, I love to read you, and Greg, and Supani, and everyone on the critique board as well; anyone who happens by. I hope you will forgive me for being so absent of late, but circumstances have demanded that I save the house and soon, and get the students in their rooms. I don't think I ever quite grasped just how much work there really was to do. I have good help, but it keeps me busy full-time too.

I look forward to its all being done soon, and writing poetry unencumbered. I will be bringing out a new book shortly; all the work on it is done. I hope you like it.

Cheers and love,

+Stevie