Patience Bucket

We all have a patience bucket
They come in different sizes
When that bucket fills all up
Is when blood pressure rises

The bucket that I have in me
Is bigger than the average
But please don’t try to pour in
Twice what it can manage


Ken Goree

Entombed

Entombed


Strong ancient one
Entombed in your winter
cold bars
Hold you within.

What sin
Traps you in your frigid cell?
What lies beneath
Your dark exterior?

Patience
Spring will come
Bars shatter and fall
You burst forth to majestic freedom.


Ken Goree



On my way home from snow shoeing on Saturday (1-8-11), I noticed a huge basalt cliff. The enormous boulders of dark, wet stone rose up 50 feet beside the road. Thick shining icicles hung vertically along the face of the wall. Row upon row seemed to trap the stone inside, a tomb.