Some more poems.  Written just this evening as I sat here.  I am off and on helping Matt wrap the ribs he is prepping for smoking, and listening to the Wicked Tinkers in honor of Craig Ferguson's birthday, and checking Twitter and Face Book.
Promised I would keep writing, Michael. 

Enough of my randomness, here they are:





Passing Time
 C.K. Armistead 5/16/2013

And another day
Has rounded to its end.
Another week is gone,
Another month,
Another year.
And all as quietly
As a moment
Slipped away
When we weren't
Looking.
But I can't regret
A moment lost
Looking
Into your eyes
Seeing the love
And the wonder.
You teach me
How to look
How to see
What is there
To be found
In a fleeting
Moment.

Magic Things
C.K. Armistead 5/16/2013

Journeys to take
Adventures to have
Friends to make
Hurts to salve.

Thoughts to share
Rhymes to enjoy
Puzzles to dare
Strategies deploy.

Facts to learn
Feelings to understand
Passions to burn
Facts on hand.

All for yourself
Whenever you look
Upon the shelf
And take down
A Book.

Homeward
By C.K. Armistead 5/16/2013

Plaintive the cry
Moving the drum
As the piper calls
And the band moves us on.

Misty the hills
Cloaked in heather
And mystery
Drawing me.

Never have I seen
With my own eye
Scotland's hills
But yet they call.

Somewhere in me
There is a Scot
That longs once again
Those hills to see.

I only know this:
The pipes, they move
My heart with joy,
With pride.

The drums,
They move my feet.
To march on
To dance on

Homeward
To the land
I love
But have never seen.


It's In My Genes
By
C.K. Armistead
5/16/2013
So tired I can barely stand
But my feet just can't keep still
When they play the jigs and reels
I have to move!
 Like some magical drug
The sound of the pipes,
The beat of the drum
Make my heart leap!
 A typical American
Pretty much a "mutt"
But most of the mix
Is Celtic.
 Scots, Irish, Welsh
And some French.
An odd bit of English
And a German, maybe.
 But mostly Scots
And wild Irishmen
And some Welsh
For the singing.
Piper, play on
And I will follow.
And pay you well
With good whisky
And a smile.

These last two were inspired by The Wicked Tinkers and their fabulous playing.  It truly moves my soul.  (And my feet!)
 Hope you enjoyed them.