Friday, December 26, 2008

didn't do well

All the positive thinking about getting through Christmas day without over-eating did little good. Not being able to run didn't help either. The weather went really bad yesterday (still bad today). We have a freezing ran - I still made it in, just could not miss the run again. Felt great to do the run - 6 miles all at once. Will do the same tomorrow and Sunday too.

Painted yesterday (a lot) THAT WAS GREAT! and will do more today. I will play with my new xBox 360 too! Nice having a little time off.

I weighed 236.8 today.

Here's a new poem (quite the struggle this one).


remorse for ONE last dance

an old horse-pulled plow sits turning to rust
it’s a three row Hollman cultivator circa 1932
it lies in a field it once sowed
a man of 72 years
drove it there in 1957 with a horse named China

he laid down 3 feet behind the plow
his heart could carry him no more
but he didn’t die alone
the horse who pulled the plow was there
she was 33 – too old to pull - born in 1924
the man lived alone for the last 53 years
the horse lived 5 more days harnessed to that plow

the mans grand daughter died in 1993
it was she who found him there,
his body covered in dew
the horses body too
she’s the one who held the bible
when they buried him
just a hundred twenty yards away
a top a hill
the horse was buried where she fell

what his hand found to do
he did with all his strength
where his heart would have gone
he never went
neighbors and family said of him he spent his days alone
never recovered from the grief of love lost so long ago

nothing could be further form the truth
he danced with her a thousand times in his mind
a thousand more across his floor
it was true love he had found
and though it ended way to soon
she died in 1904 – he buried her when she was just 18
it was for him enough – he was fulfilled though others never knew

the nagge died giving birth to China
this made the man love that horse all the more
he weaned it himself neglecting the crops in 1924
it survived as did his only child
both would thrive

a life lived 72 years will have regrets
when he lay on the ground he had his share
he wished he had written his grand kids back
he wished he’d taken more invites to visit with his son
he wished he’d not burned her photos in the first few days of grief
he wished he’d danced with her every night before she died

as he passed he felt just ONE remorse
that he could not stand once more, walk nine feet
and take the harness off his horse

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