A look at life and lifestyle, in wooleys own words.
I ate off these when I was youngAnd spinach tasted like crapAnd then again when dad fell treesAnd smelled of sawdust and sap I saw them under potted plantsThat mum so dearly loved And in the garage on Cleveland streetUnder dads old coffee cup They’ve held so many thingsBut none were solid goldAnd what they hold …
In my opinion, I would have to say am probably the least understood person in my immediate family. Reason being
Peoples ideas of this conundrum
That are expressed by our efforts
To collect paper in which
The value is so depressed
In my seemingly mindless endeavor
To prove to this world I care
I often stop to have a nip
And at the
I was riding down this brushy draw one rainy afternoon when ups and jumps a critter and it liked to cost me my mount let alone my manhood, before I got that hay burnin sonofagun under control. About that time I decides to dismount and rearrange myself while a sneaking up the back side of …
Well I was bucking behind the old man one fine sunny morning, when 9:00 rolls around and we shut off the saws to have a shot of coffee. He said something to the effect of he wished I’d get my a** in gear and his grandmothers goat was faster than me. Well I knew pretty …
The dawn is sponsored by our sun And a childs wishes grew Awaiting for the moment when The sun has dried the dew A peaceful moment for a mom The times they are so few When children play out in the yard But must remain in view Her moments are spent In tears and joy …
I\’d like to meet my true self Just once to say hello And ask him if he really thought About the things I know To find out if his mind just wanders Or does he stop and think About the repercussions of His actions I feel stink Its perposterous to ask And bias I\’d have …
Wooley is a retired carpenter, he writes poems and short stories. He is very creative, and thinks outside the box. I love his creative writings. We both have dreams to make it in this digital space. He visited Kenya in March 2022 and I am so glad to have met him. I hope to visit …
Never has this old man seen The happiness in those eyes that gleam Of children playing In a lot of piles of bricks and big dirt clods I had to come abroad And leave my comfort zone To appreciate the struggles Of these kids without a home The environmental change I see I’m sure exists …