Out In the Yard

I love to see the flowers bloom
as I walk cross the yard
and touch a blade of grass
making breathing mighty hard.

I love to watch the birds
visiting their friendly rose
and spread their pollens
to where anyone knows.

I like to see the branches
sway in the noon time breeze.
And catch a lightning bug
before it lands on the leaves.

Morning time brings delight
with its dampness from the dew.
A sweet reminder of love
as I fall in thoughts of you.

My print lingers cross in the yard
wherever I chance to step
and leaves such pleasant reminders
in each spot where I have wept.

I step outside to rekindle
in powerful rays of the sun
like the love we set a fire
way back when we first begun.

Del Cano 2007 May

My Egg Shells Are Cracking

My egg shells are cracking
while my soul is oozing
Pain has been pushing
all I'm doing is loosing.

Nothing is going right
life has kicked my ass
been trembling with fright
from whats come to pass.

Even my muse gone nuts
she went out and got drunk
turned my words inside out
till every write just stunk

My wife told my girlfriend
I was cheating on them
needless to say loving
has gotten mighty slim.

Whats a fella to do
when feeling so hurt
My emotions have fallen
in a hole covered with dirt.

My egg shells are cracking
as my soul keeps on the ooze.
Easy to tell so much is lacking
I keep on singing these blues.

Del Cano 2006 December

Near The Water

When life gets too heavy
and trouble taps my soul
I go visit near the waters
which play a soothing role.

When the rain comes pouring
drenches my emotional state
I go visit the flowing ripples
which helps keep me straight.

None can tell that voice
any better than I can
The hum of the river
calls out to this man.

Even the serenity of a lake
might sing a soft lullaby.
A spring fed mountain stream
races cares goodbye.

Let me be near the waters
an ocean wave ebbing near.
Whispers messages from above
speaking directly in my ear.

Oh, I might carry my gear
rods, reels and lots of lures
Fishing is a by product
of my waterways tours.

Got to visit the waters
hear its whispered romance.
Knowing upon my visit
I get to have another chance.

Del Cano 2006 October

Sin and Soul

I walk to the tune of my feet
brushing the damp grass below.
When I allow such a break
I trail a tune where ever I go.

The geese sliding on the water
leaving a wake so artistically laid.
As if it were a song perfectly writ
from poems God had made.

This time of reflection is haunting
in the shadow of Wash U Medical Center.
Standing on the hill above the park
as if it were daring us all to enter.

I walk thru the grass of Forest Park
in my foolish Spring search.
Caressing memories of yore
while winter hangs in a lurch.

At least I can pour out my soul
admit life's present and past sins.
In the shadow of that hospital
where so much trauma begins.

Can see the Science Center
as I walk the path round the lake
Ahead is Steinburg Rink
where I used to go and skate.

The park gives me solace
when life presents a road block.
Like the strongest foundation
it is my favorite go to rock.

I whisper the blues of life's creation
A merry go round without a tune.
Like wallowing in heaven' breast
paddling on Art Hill Lake in June.

The World's Fair Pavilion
strikes a stunning pose.
A must go by to see scene
which most of us knows.

I lay my burdens in the park
when the world seems ill at ease.
Each area presents its own flavor
and has its very special tease.

My feet walk to their own tune
blues in the background gets old.
But when I need to find inner peace
Forest Park releases my sin and soul.

Del Cano 2007 March

Thy Words Are Soft

Thy words are as a soft cloud
they are adrift in a musical tune
sweet violins solos do wow
leaving me only but to swoon.
Oh, I love thy words and hear
the balance of which you speak
and I reach to heaven, dear
to locate the words I seek.
Desire to bring joy and peace
with all the writes I shall do
if the love in my words cease
so long to the world and you.

Del Cano 2006 February

Wordless Poetess

I ran into a master poetess
who rarely wrote a word
yet her actions told the tale
'bout best loving ever heard.

She smiles a lovely bouquet
with slanted eyes aglow.
Her kiss is but a magic touch
sets passions on the go.

The way she writes a line
a truly scrumptuous task.
Aint many to compare to her
so don't even try to ask.

She creates poetic lines
in how she touches me
and sends me sailing up high
into a lover's ecstasy.

I love every bit of her
her verse does so consume.
Tho she may be light on words
see writes the best of a bloom.

Del Cano 2006 October

Will the Real You Stand Up

Will the real you stand up
so I can know your soul
let me see more than the edge
so many things of old.

Will the real you speak clearly
tell the history from the start.
Stop fiddling round it
let it flow from your heart.

Will the real you open up
send the message out for real.
Tell the reasons you think like that
and continue to do so still.

Like the condensation
dripping from a hot cup.
You holding firm in place
will the real you stand up.

Del Cano 2007 April

It All Started With A Kiss

On my knees laying tile on the floor
could feel the inner stiring amidst.
Body becoming quite overwhelmed
and then it started with a kiss.

Mouths puckered in lingering stance
questions racing thru a startled mind.
Eyes fixed on the others face
hesitating in trying to be kind.

Her hands reached but held firm
didn't quite touch my shoulder.
Nervousness showing apparently
we both needed to be bolder.

We embraced as if years flooded
in answering to that carnal need.
Tongues dancing those firey moves
knowing we shared a new seed.

So powerful the emotions
holding each other in a lovers grip.
Crushing as if to fuse with the other
could feel our shivering lips.

We both pulled back to look
see the questions on the others face
Then with all do speed and pressure
resumed even a stronger embrace.

Before long the heated embers
seemed a torch to ignite the fire
and we struggled to contain emotions
sharing positively volcanic desire.

Arms and hands searching
newly found road maps to bliss.
In the throws of passion's prison
knowing it all started with a kiss.

Del Cano 2007 April

I Am From The Dark Side

I am from the dark side
the step child you never saw
you walk past me in oblivion
with no expression on your jaw.

I am the one you disdain
because I really do exist
You turn your back and ignore
time has gotten us to this.

I walk a path, at times, narrow
then quite broad and wide
Accepted from a distance
but never by your side.

I am from the dark side.

You smile long as I entertain you
dance, sing or dunk a ball
I can tackle with a diving reach
but you keep me out the ruling hall.

You mimic my music and moves
steal all my fashions right away
And are angered by my zeal
when I start over each day.

You know there's something there
my spirit rebounds to a glide
I strut in knowing your confusion
cause I always refuse to hide.

I am from the dark side.

From your running position
you move cross a suburban moat
Driving miles over hills and valleys
so you can then point and gloat.

Take away business and services
drag them with you near your lair
while you speak about my condition
reality says you just don't care.

I hang out my shingle to open shop
confounding how I could decide
Knowing you'll drive right past me
in your sporty upscale ride.

I am from the dark side

I struggle day by day
to find a balance in my life
while you seem to ignore
my constant living strife.

Sure, I get tired and weep
but I don't allow you to see
just how lousy you really are
when you ignore the best of me.

Your denials are infamous
crumbs you serve when you decide
but I keep on reaching for that dream
the one for which you surely lied.

I am from the dark side.

My schools are ragged
funds barely reach the mark.
Neighborhoods bleak and dying
like a war zone torn and stark.

Day in and out you turn your back
not admiting you are part of the cause
You sling negative words at me
then pass some even more harsh laws.

Must I continue in my strive
knowing you'll push me aside.
Or shall I just stop in my tracks
and conclude you'll always deny

I am from "Your" dark side.

Del Cano 2006 November

Fishing and Communing

One catfish came home with me
the others wait for another day
but I so appreciate its presence
when things work out this way.

Alone it makes a good meal
but it needs to be shared
Frozen in the freezer till another
from the lake can be spared.

It is part of my rejuvenation
the nature show never grows old.
Like reaching out to you
it jump starts my very soul.

So serene the water lies
a cool breeze blew in on me.
Fish, geese, furry mammals
roamed about quite cheerfully.

I cast a lure in the placidness
watched ripples fade away.
I'm sure I missed a few bites
but I had such a pleasant day.

Even the knowledge
you were just off beyond
felt magical to my emotions
as if you waved a magic wand.

Went fishing and communing today
rebuilt my soul engine's delight
Can rest in peace and quiet refrain
and sleep thru out the night.

Del Cano 2006 August

Fever On the Rise

That fever is on the rise
Bass Pro is running spring sales.
The damn ice hasn't melted as yet
this time of year it never fails.

Spring fever sets in on me
that urge to get to the water.
Cast my lines out in the deep
like every fisherman oughta.

Winter came in with a storm
ice and snow buried us deep.
At this point I am for two seasons
Spring and Autumn for keeps.

Just so I can walk the streams
listen to the rivers meandering flow.
Can feel it rising in my bones
even tho there's still plenty of snow.

Oh, give me a warmer day
so I can cast out as if at sea.
Want to rush winter on by
this fever is taking over me.

Del Cano 2007 January

Feeling Serenity

I strain to feel each pulse
a touch of pleasures brew.
Everytime she makes a move
I'm feeling serenity too.

I crave the presence
of the joy I feel inside.
On to reverie's essence
as my senses take a ride.

I stretch to soak in
every ecstatic awe.
Ever appreciative of
pure love when in the raw.

The scent of her hair
pulled back or hanging down
is but a trip to sensuality
with goosebumps all around.

Sensitivity is but a door
to keep open as we live
and always there's a bonus
when life is take and give.

Always feel a shout
dangling at my soul's edge
that merges with nature's kiss
in a lovers lifelong pledge.

Constantly and always
show and share the joy.
Bumps in the road are softened
when honesty is employed.

Share in life's pleasures
seek to be a mellow song.
Carving brand new roadways
makes it easy to get along.

Hold all in high esteem
and let the favors flow.
Then carry that with you
wherever you choose to go.

Hand in hand against the world
cheerfully singing our tune.
Scattering love notes to the sky
with a smile just like the moon.

I strain to feel the pulse
of her lovely beating heart.
and pray to all the heavens
we'll never chance to part.

Del Cano 2007 April

Embracing the Poetry

We met in a stanza
from Poetic Bliss
Embraced the poetry
as if a kiss.

Struck a cord
then tied a knot
which held the best
of what we'd got.

Shunned the world
as we wrote our fate.
Creative juices
would not wait.

Soaring to clouds
up on high
we drifted thru
a star lit sky.

Till one day
I saw a flaw
causing deeply
a dropping jaw.

Suddenly, reality check
not a bit of wasted time
no more love
nor easy rhyme.

She sailed the seas
of love's sweet mist
left me stranded
with nary a kiss.

Danced on off
to another poetic write
leaving me dangling
thru lonely nights.

Oh, the pain rose
to levels of stain
fighting the devil's
words of disdain.

Finally, the time
has come to reach
for all the love within
I'm able to teach.

Words are now able
to reach the screen
in spite of the pain
you know I've seen.

But now I am able
to stand back tall
to sling words again
for the eyes of all.

And no matter the
error of my past ways
love hangs on truly
thru to better days.

Not one word of angst
shall I toss her way
but praise her always
for each loving day.

I now, am able to reach,
beyond a kiss
and reopen the doors
to Poetic Bliss.

Del Cano 2006 March

Dogwood Blooming Spring

Tho the blossoms are gorgeous
they bring on pollen's sneeze
To some the dogwoods spread love,
for others its a tough wheeze.

Teary eyes get stained
with nature's love array.
More and more it steps in
with the increasing spring day.

Ahh choos are spreading
making the membranes drip.
Wishing to smile at the loveliness
thru quivering nervous lips.

Blow those red noses
use up a box of tissue
The beauty of the dogwoods
a totally different isuue.

As I soak in their beauty
Judy sneezes up a storm
Tho I pity her sensitivity
I wrap spring in my arms.

Del Cano 2007 March

Demons Squeezing Me

The walls seem to close in
squeezing my breath away
Mornings, tho pleasant
are a mark of another day.

So many demons loom
treacherously jabbing
Piercing my soul
as if they were stabbing.

Day after day they come
each with a different goal
All have their special traits
they play a painful role.

As I turn away from one
another jumps in my face
charging directly at me
as if there was a race.

The walls seem menacing
a giant slow moving vise.
Inching steadily closer
freezing my soul like ice.

Tho I might make it out the door
there are responsibilities afoot.
I can't abandon the demons nor walls
they are part of this painful root.

Never thought life was fair
nor believed it ever to be
yet, I can't seem to get past
these troubles attacking me.

A continuous flow of venom
a part of my daily mental bread.
Struggling never eases
while these walls squeeze my head.

Del Cano 2006 October

A Chance Meeting

A chance meeting from time to time
on your way with him someplace.
Nothing more than a look or sly grin
to others, a blank look on your face.

I read every line and each arch
now months later, it seems
thru his stroke of bad luck
you're now star of my dreams.

A chance encounter moved
us both to center stage
finding an underlying lust
with passion all the rage.

An accidental bump, a touch
sent waves thru and thru.
As I found we shared the want
yes, the likes of me and you.

Simply watching you reach
or stoop to grab a brush.
Felt the pangs of desire
a maddening sort of rush.

Not long later our eyes met
to a longing stare and look.
Those same glances and arch
I read you like a book.

Low guttural moaning sounds
seemed to drip from your lip.
As I went about my tasks
making sure a glance would slip.

Each met with a steady eye
a real come on if I ever knew.
Yet, I tried to keep a distance
some space 'tween me and you.

All just a waste of time
the effort was for naught.
Couldn't hold back from the bait
that passion we had wrought.

I see promise in each glance
a chance meeting at some time.
Till then I'll be the words we studder
and you, dear, can be the rhyme.

Del Cano 2006 August

A Breath Away

You owe me no apology
for not being able to be there
I appeased my lustful need
with lingering scents of your hair.

you owe me no explanation
for your tardiness today
remember, you are never
more than a breath away.

A sigh of contentment
hovers with your song
Jasmine and roses fluttering
help to bring you along.

No apologies needed, my sweet
each stolen moment a dance.
Forbidden fruit, a hefty taste
slurping in a tart of romance.

A sigh of passionate vision
tantalizing to the yearning soul.
Such a sparse price to pay
for those moments we stole.

No apologies needed
for missing the tryst affair.
Only need a breath
to bring you right there.

Enhaling the memories
the times we shared, indeed.
The growth of our passion
spread like a growing weed.

Never offer up a sorry
no need on any day.
I lift my head in pleasure
to find you a breath away.

Del Cano 2006 May

A tribute to a deeper connection.

Saturday Night Fish Fry

When I realized the number of fish
I had caught then stashed in bags
I hadn't noticed my clothes deteriorating
seemed to be turning into rags.

Been so busy baiting hooks
and catching so many fish.
Didn't take time to think
this would make a hellava dish.

Mid afternoon was coming on fast
thoughts of cleaning those not too good.
so I gave a call to a friend near home
someone who lived in my neighborhood.

Told her the problem, she laughed
saying I was the apple of her eye.
Told me not to worry at all
we'll have a Saturday night fish fry.

I gave it not a thought more
packed my gear and drove home.
The idea of cleaning all those fish
simply made my tired soul to moan.

Pulled in the yard to a wild sight
barely got out greetings, "hi yaw'll"
They were all smiling saying can't wait
we bout to have us a ball.

Tables laid out with knives
fish fryers ready with grease hot.
They crowded round the van
to see all the fish I got.

Before I knew it the commotion went
scales flying with filet knifes at work.
Hands readying the fresh fish
as I watched with a sly smirk.

Didn't take long for the eating to start
someone handing me a plate saying eat.
Crunching on that fish, hmmm good
taste just could not be beat.

Music started to attract others
some showed up with more food.
My yard, like a small park
filled with the neighborhood brood.

Folks laughing and eating up a storm
talking bout all that fish they cooked.
Toasting me for the catches of the day
cameras snapping for picture book.

Darkness fell on us before we knew
yard starting looking like a pig sty.
But we all had one real ball
at Spencer's Saturday night fish fry.

Del Cano 2007 May

Our Own Song

Like an old blues tune
we just keep hanging on
Thru all the crevices life opened
still singing our own song.

The base guitar at its low string
growling a deep moanful sound.
Hand in hand leaning for support
when so many are not around.

The lead guitar strikes a shrill
livens up the music's fray.
Shadows, dark and lonely
of friends who've faded away.

We might be a bit worn
grey, the lead color of the crown.
Like those old blues songs
we're still hanging round.

Old standards which got us started
now a distance lanquished thought.
Gotta keep them in our souls
none else to replace what they brought.

The years have been good and bad
many precious situations to savor.
We've matured together
and you've kept my favorite flavor.

Like an old blues tune
scratched and wobbling on its own.
We just keep hanging on
to the tune of our own song.

Del Cano 2007 May

You Made It All the Way

You, a fully grown woman
been stuck in a levitating hole.
Living life as if it were a game
with you the hidden mole.

So many painful actions
pushed you below your self.
As if you had stored your soul
placed it at the back of the shelf.

Too many thoughtless actions
drove you away from who you are.
Reactions riddled with shame
not allowing you to reach up to par.

You blindly stepped away from you
the woman you ought to be.
Proud, lovely and progressive
the woman I fought to see.

Thru that heartless facade
you put up for all others to see.
Easy to fool the rest of the world
but no way you could fool me.

I saw thru your pain and anger
the struggles you stumbled thru.
So often you didn't know yourself
I was able to see a different you.

You carried too much baggage
I called it trash dragging the ground.
Sometimes you were buried so deep
had to look hard so you could be found.

Something had died inside you
you lost the real way you had been
or perhaps it was loosing yourself
letting your soul fall off into sin.

I think you craved love and honesty
not just someone to be used.
It was too common place for you
to be mislead and abused.

I must have confused you
in the early times we shared.
When I looked and saw in you
a woman who could not be spared.

Whatever that magic you tried to hide
still showed its light to me.
I stepped out on faith for you
whatever, if anything, we were to be.

I saw the woman you were not
at least not at the very start.
But before long your light shined
broke right on thru to my heart.

I rode the roller coaster you drove
every up and down hillside crest.
Thru creative tales and even lies
I pretended to ignore the rest.

Sometimes you seemed ready
to give that old life the boot
but held onto it with a firm grip
as if it were some expensive loot.

Not till after your illness
did you seem to give it up in a big way.
Slowly I saw you seemingly enlightened
with each morning a brand new day.

Even thru the trying times
could see you growing back alive.
Becoming that woman I new you were
before your life took its dive.

I tried so hard to help steer you
to a better person I knew you to be.
A woman full of life craving success
that very special lady to me.

Now I'm feeling so full inside
thankful you made it all the way.
A few scratches here and there
now you can see a better day.

Del Cano 2007 May

Ignorance On Steroids

Ignorance must be on steroids
while our rights seem to be slipping.
Appears that rights of working stiffs
been given to Medicare for the tipping.

Thugs from government agencies
are reducing Medicare and Medicaid.
The environmental agencies have fallen
have lost or given up the steps we'd made.

Ignorance must be on steroids
the common man is mute before this attack.
Is it because he can't see all this corruption
or see his rights going and not coming back.

Congress is on a free fall
stumbling over changes we demand.
The president is oblivious to the public
holding our futures in his hands.

I see ignorance rising daily
giving excuses for all this crap.
Too few have the desire to speak out
as if their souls have taken a nap.

Gasoline prices thru the roof
our water now more contaminated.
Layers and layers of lies out front
explanations seem to be laminated.

Cost of everything on the rise
paychecks dangling in place.
Rich folks getting even more rich
the gap has gotten to be a disgrace.

Ignorance must be on steroids
as we accept far too many excuses.
Gotten to the place normalcy
is just regularly exercised abuses.

Must be something in the food
ingredients we gotta try to avoid.
If not things will remain the same
with ignorance being on steroids.

Del Cano 2007 May

Nature's True Fun

Pelicans covered the sand barge
turtles waited to cross the road.
Nearer the water heard a belch
turned out to be a giant toad.

Casted out toward the center
just as the channel gets deep.
Tossed back a few small ones
should see what I chose to keep.

A monster river buffalo
thought it had swiped my line.
Reeling and tugging a few minutes
damn, it was fat and fine.

Another tried to slip away
startled I found myself jammed.
Shadow boxed and wrestled
dug deep for the fisherman I am.

What a blast as they broke the surface
water splashing in a heavy wave.
The net barely covered the first
but both I was able to save.

Silver blue and snow white cranes
kept an eye on the happenings near.
As the fish were drug from the water
seemed they all smiled a cheer.

Now tired from the long battles
packed my gear and bid them goodbye.
All the birds and animals seemed a crowd
as I drove off with tears in my eyes.

So damn fortunate to have shared
in so much of nature's true fun.
And just as filling, the experience
sharing the river with the morning sun.

Del Cano 2007 April

Standing In A Daze

Standing with mind in a daze
how some people live their lives.
Rubbing me the wrong way
yet, never do they apologize.

As I drive my way to where ever
trash from the car in front blows.
The lack of signals to tell us
what you're doing, no one knows.

Standing with mind in a daze
terrorized by your lack of care.
Cell at ear, yelling at child in back
ignore driving as you comb your hair.

Major intersections, a zoo
accousted with multi begging cups.
Each in turn has a tale of woe
which so easily erupts.

Standing with mind in a daze
ignoring children's needs.
Families racked with pain
as each soul begins to bleed.

Nary a thought arises
as wayward minds float
in an absence of consideration
they rise with ignorant bloat.

Standing with mind in a daze
viewing the horror of dumb.
Belittling the grace of society
is making me awefully numb.

Where did we drop off reality
and allow this terrible mar.
We gave up on "Love thy neighbor"
in its place a nasty scar.

Standing with mind in a daze
not coping with these frivilous ways.
Call me old fashion or out of touch
I loathe these hedonist days.

Awash in the stench of appathy
no one accepts the blame.
Just sue anyone who dares
to even mention their name.

Standing with mind in a daze
a catastrophy to address.
Lacking the lasting energy
have worn out all my best.

So forlon I feel in it
a spiralling circus pit.
Not only complaining
but writing and not quit.

Del Cano 2005 July

I Can't See Tomorrow

I can't see tomorrow
today is just too long
each hour drags on by
like an old blues song

Can't reach for a drink
stopped many years ago
Aint never snorted cocain
no, not one little blow

I can't see tomorrow
gotta get thru today.
Somehow push on thru
to make a better way.

Ain't never begged before
intimate and humbling affair.
Everything closing in on me
frig and cubbard both bare.

I can't see tomorrow
wonder what it may bring.
It's even getting hard
to keep the songs I sing.

Troubling times arrived
hanging like a willow tree.
Dragging with it shadows
stabbing fear all over me.

Them ole blues tunes
record today's sorrow.
Cloudy like "muddy waters"
I just can't see tomorrow.

Del Cano 2006 Feb

Heaven, Are You Listening

Heaven, are you listening?
Can you hear the hollow cries
Do you see the grief building
Shown thru tear stained eyes.

Heaven, do you know the pain
created by life's lonely route
Do you know the sounds
when a hurting heart cries out.

Heaven, are you listening?
Are you aware of her needs
Seems you still wait for her
now that she's planted the seeds.

Heaven, oh, heaven, hear me
your child of God is on her way.
Soon she will be at rest
no more pain in her day.

Del Cano 2007 January

Affirming Our Future

I take a deep breath
then look over at you
Affirming with eyes
things we often do.

A certain sort of pact
bounds us as one.
Heading towards our day
of sharing in the sun.

Darkness cloaked us
while waiting for this day.
Dragging heavy baggage
along that frightful way.

Within the box of pretend
we slithered thru the crack.
Pulled ourselves thru it
in hopes we'd never go back.

Forward, we looked
focusing on the then.
Convencing ourselves
it wouldn't be the end.

A new beginning
we begged to partake.
Buiding on our creation
our whole lives at stake.

Time to toss the cloak
add a new vest of light.
Showing the entire world
we can now do it right.

Sighing a deep breath
eyes sharing a glance.
Affirming all is well
continuing our romance.

Del Cano 2007 April

Explosive Passionate Seed

Her presence always brings an intensity
coupled with a powerful urge and need.
The woman stirs the deepest parts of me
building like an explosive passionate seed.

I have little control over it
has a mind of its very own
Each encounter is more intense
the best since I've been grown.

Her body calls out to me
her kisses raise me to the roof.
It feels positively overwhelming
as if a romantic movie spoof.

I drool in her presence
fingers crave her every touch.
Explosive desires ignite
when held within her clutch.

I wallow in her embrace
never failing to touch my soul.
Those mighty passionate kisses
hilight the outlines so bold.

Strips me of any doubts
lingering from a wayward thought.
Passions shoot like stars up high
with all the love she's brought.

Some call it a wrong complex
my heart feeds upon her score
As the days tick on into infinity
I keep on begging for more.

She is intensity personified
kissing me to a risen mound.
Always seem to be floating
rarely touching ground.

I love me some of that woman
with each meet a passion's spill
tho ever within a questioned state
no doubt I always will.

Del Cano 2007 April

From Tattered Pages Of Yesterday

From tattered pages of yesterday
I chanced a look back in time.
Caught by the worn corners
life was not always a rhyme.

Saw mysteries of childhood
first time aware of the snow;
mommy holding my hand
yet allowing room so I could grow.

Eyes caught the scenery
the wonderous mountain tops.
While streams meandered
right thru the farmer's crops.

The first time I saw cotton
felt the pain of ancesters blow.
So much became a learning process
I just had an urge to know.

From tattered pages of yesterday
thru the years I spent in school.
The stumblings and errors
trying to learn society's rules.

A world different I had known
even a war to upset the cart.
Corporate America's lessons learned
never could get it in my heart.

Building a life with my love
from childhood to fully grown man.
Somehow it slipped on away
she no longer held tight my hand.

Streaming thru actions
building a business of my own.
Flying round the world in style
so many places I have flown.

When that got old and tiresome
back to my real love of construction.
Rehabbing rooms and houses
tho it seemed a bit of reduction.

From tattered pages of yesterday
light shines a beaming haze.
So many years slipped on by
arrived at another phase.

Each worn and curled up corner
spins a show of where I've been.
Children thru the ages now grown
long lost or passed on friends.

The river became my time line
as it meanders on thru its flow.
Now when I feel unsteady
the waters edge is where I go.

I sigh with every episode
since coming all the way of age.
From time to time I take a look
at yesterday's tattered page.

Del Cano 2007 May