SHADOW

I am no longer here
My shadow is all that remains,
I have held a tear
Of which I fear, no more
Shall I refrain.

The shadow's there--
but cannot speak,
It's musty and cold
And very meek.

But it, too, will die
By and by when the
Sun comes out into the sky.

Nude

Nude sketch, charcoal pencil

Church in the Wildwood

Crayon on manila drawing paper.

Love

Two Men

Assignment done for Business Machines class in High School, circa 1972. Poem by “Anonymous”.
(Ditto machine: Do you remember the ditto machine? The copies from this had that "smell" that everyone remembers.)

COUNTRY

It’s winter in the country
The winds are blowing cold,
I’m sitting in my lonely room
With no one here to hold.

It’s evening in the country
The skies are growing black,
I’m waiting, quietly wondering,
When you’re coming back.

It’s quiet in the country
You’re in my every thought,
How we’ve loved, laughed and played
And even how we’ve fought.

I’m happy in the country
With you I want to be,
To share with you the happiness
That is inside of me.

A Study in Charcoal Pencil 1

Keep on Truckin'

Remember this guy? This is from the '70's.