Retired from the University of Texas and too old to play soccer anymore. Now, in the twilight of his years, time is spent writing in this blog, hiking and exploring Texas Parks, photography, working out, gardening and tending to the five ponds he built .
I sat here looking at a blank screen thinking of something clever to write my head it seemed was in a dream and no words could I muster with any might I thought of what had happened that day and in previous days before this plight but nothing jumped out at me to say write about me this seems right it is not that I haven’t found things do as I very recently took a hike out at Bastrop my most favorite place and have written the words and they will be in plain sight very shortly in a couple of days posted to my blog for all to see for me that hike is a memory and the words are written as I put them down I also spent time in Wimberley taking pictures of this pretty town nestled in the Hill Country as picturesque as it can be with Cypress trees as tall as the sky reaching up and many centuries old growing in the tumbling creek that runs through the town like its very soul but wait it seems I have something to say even though it didn’t start this way but now the mind is suddenly numb and my thinking voice has gone quite dumb so maybe my chain of thought is through and I have nothing left to do but end this sorry little tale and try again when my thoughts prevail.
I’m running out of things to do and running out of things to write for the past few days I have spent indoors the weather being the cause of my plight it has been cold and wet during those days with temperatures close to freezing at night and not getting much warmer in any way enough to keep me indoors out of sight my poetical genius is sorely stressed with trying to find things to write and getting those words into a rhyme is proving much harder more like a fight I really should go and work out as exercise could make things alright give the muscles a stretch and blood to the brain and tone up the body and make everything tight my mind is not really in the mood to push the body and so despite the fact that I am gaining weight my mind cannot act so forthright instead I will think of other things to try to keep the body tight and I need to end this silly rhyme much to everyone’s delight.
I stuck my head outside the door
confirming what I knew before
that the temperature was already high
more than I wanted to give it a try
although not yet peaked, it was morning still
the afternoon would be in for the kill
and the thermometer could go high
maybe all the way to one hundred and five.
Today’s heat might well be
the hottest day that we will see
although a lot of Summer remains
fifty five more days the Calendar claims
as Autumn starts September 22nd
when it comes it will feel like heaven
compared to what is outside my door
although we have been here many times before.
I would like to go on another hike
so that I have something to write
but I do not want to brave the heat
and inside the house will be a treat
I can sit and write to my heart’s content
bad poetry as my thoughts relent
as words spill out in a jumbled mess
putting my brain to the test.
Somedays the words really flow
and on one of those days is when I know
that the words that I write will sound fine
and the poem will reach it’s end in rhyme
for it is not easy to write good verse
especially when it is at it’s worst
and the only reason to try to write
is the temperature outside is so bloody high.
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