City within a darkened world, has beauty all its own,

The wires that lace throughout the space, the litter lying there,

The sounds of box cars hooking up, a place where crime is sown,

Where homeless search the garbage cans, to find a snack to share.


Where vagrants sleep while raccoons watch, to find their own sweet snack,

To dine on others leftovers, seems common to them both,

The train rails screech as cars are joined, they thunder and they crack,

The large abandoned buildings stand, as sentries without growth.


Still skies above are clear and bright, above the scene they dance,

They fill with clouds of discontent, soon darkness falls again,

Some stay awake throughout the night just waiting for a chance,

To try again to make a life, they jump a moving  train.




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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7 Responses to CITY BLUES

  1. hatrack4 says:

    Winter festival parade canceled due to being too cold? Nice poem. Stay warm.

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    • says:

      I know, right? And it’s too cold to play hockey outdoors. What’s up with that? I thought I lived in the land of Paul Bunyan and other assorted idiots that love the cold weather.

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