The Fields Of Home There is always something specialabout this time of yearthe anticipation of Christmastakes me back to my childhood I remember all the presentsSanta would bringhow the cookies and milkwould be half gone decorating the Christmas treelistening to all the Christmas songsthe excitement of going throughthe Sears Christmas Catalog the last day of... Continue Reading →
I Am Blessed I am truly blessedI have a beautiful loving wifethree sonstwo lovely daughters-in-lawand three terrific grandsons a home for shelterand food to eatmy health is pretty goodmy heart is strongand my COPD is under control I have 9 dogs and a palomino quarter horseall who love me unconditionallythe dogs can sense when I'm... Continue Reading →
Grandma & Grandpa's House In the small town of Danbury, NH,along a dirt road lined by stone wallsstood the home of my Grandma & Grandpa Lindsayand their Golden Labrador, Lucky. An old barn stood off to the sidefilled with adventures and treasuresfor a young boy like myself. The house was old, with no electricityoil lamps... Continue Reading →
As I walk deeper into the forest on a cloudless, moonlit night, I can see fog developing ahead of me As I get closer it was become a fine mist, not quite a fog yet but I can sense it coming. I felt an overpowering urge to look behind me. As as I turned, the... Continue Reading →
An Unknown Legend ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
He was an unknown legend A hardworking man Always there for his family Providing, teaching, protecting He was their rock Their pillar of strength He taught them right from wrong He had no medals No awards No celebrity status But he had the love And the respect Of his family To them He was a... Continue Reading →
The Empty Chair ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
It was his chair He was a giant of a man At least to a 4 year old I would sit in his lap Listening to his stories Tales of his youth All his adventures His days on the mountain His life on the river Time stood still on Squash Hollow Road And I listened... Continue Reading →
A Walk Through My Mind
I took a walk through my mind yesterday And oh, the wonders I found Memories of the past Dreams of the future Bright lights, big cities Candlelight and wine I could smell the smoke From a summer bonfire I could feel the elation From all the good in my life And the heavy guilt Of... Continue Reading →
Night Dream Meadow
Often when I sleep I dream I go to a place I call Night Dream Meadow Where the moon is bright And my heart is light And I listen to the voices of the night I walk through the meadow Following the path Leading me to the Rainbow Bridge Where I'm greeted by the dogs... Continue Reading →
#Sedoka: Mom Was A Lindsay
Mom was a Lindsay A Scottish lass with red hair Dad was losing hair Paul is my brother Paul has my mother's red hair I have Dad's hair loss ©Walt Page 2018
