By John Clise
Sippin’ sweet tea
Watchin’ the sun set
From the front porch
Sittin’ in Granddad’s rocker
Thinkin’ back on life
Lookin’ forward to what may come
Every day is a gift
Every breath is a gem to behold
People I ain’t seen in years
Are strong in my heart
Those I see everyday
Rarely cross my mind at times
I drift back to mama’s couch
My brother and I trying to behave
But laughing our asses off
While the preacher looked so stern
I remember summertime
Chasing our only baseball
Floating down a deep river
Scared we’d lose it
The first time I saw her
I knew she was the one
But far too soon
She was gone away form here
Tomorrow morning begins harvest
Corn, beans, potatoes, radishes
And much more than that
Then there’s canning it all
I’m not sure what future days hold
But I’m ready for the adventure
I’m ready for the ride
Every day is a gift to use fully
Never waste a day on self pity
You are here and you are alive
You are part of the universe
Use your gifts to grow yourself
And like Granddad said to me
Good tea is smooth
Sunsets clear the slate
And a rocking chair takes your pain
Written in 2017
Clise's Cornucopia 