If only energy would stay – 

Two fingers up to eighty-two – 

Because you’re ill I’d wait on you...

When the stars go home at dawn

And the moon shuts up his shop

When hunting owls caught on the hop

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‘What to do’ and ‘How to live’

And ‘Consciousness – the reason?’

Recurred each thinking season...

I gladly raise this glass of scotch

To my girl Allie Rose, my love

Who bought the bottle, certain of...

The tree – again! – it’s roaring white

Firing snow into the air

Lean long branches flash, declare...

What can you say about our Cass?

She’s thirty-seven today, God bless...

Don’t let the daydreams live too long

Clear the cobwebs and proceed

So many children we must feed...

You place the aces in my hand

My chances better in the game

My dealing seems no longer lame...

Our white-walled houses facing west

Catch the sunset’s final glow

Dusk forms in branches as I mow...

It’s still, the branches lightly swaying

Light grey sky, clouds scarcely stir

I’m feeling good you might infer...