Appearing out of the mist, like a wraith, an iron cross sits atop a monolith. Thrusting upwards through a mountain of stones, it points to the heavens, saying “come, lay your troubles at my feet.” And every stone or bauble or trinket, placed there by a weary traveler, holds a lifetime of burdens, willingly surrendered,Continue reading “Cruz de Ferro”
Author Archives: Bud Pierce justplainbud
New Day
The smells and sounds of morning overpower the other senses, telling stories of the coming day. The soft notes of a bell, around the neck of a grazing animal, proclaim to the rest of the herd “here I am, don’t stray too far.” Dogs wander the empty streets, hoping to find a morsel, a crumb,Continue reading “New Day”
A Walk Through Time
Every town has a church, and every church has a bell. In the small towns and villages, as night falls, the people come alive. Couples stroll along the narrow streets, sometimes hand in hand; The occasional man or woman hurries along, as though fearing to be late for who knows what; children of all agesContinue reading “A Walk Through Time”
On Age: A Personal Struggle With Time
Lately, I’ve been experiencing the accelerated creep of old age. I’ve spent enough time getting older to realize that as we age, we slow down a bit, we ache a little more, we’re even less coordinated than usual. But all that seemed to come on gradually, enough so that it was almost undetectable on aContinue reading “On Age: A Personal Struggle With Time”
Locked inside Can’t go out Forgotten what It’s all about Prison needs No bars of steel No hardened lock To make it real Must comply Until it mends Wonder when The madness ends
Hello God
Hello GodThank you for the dayIt looks to be so perfectBlessed in every wayI feel you all around meMountains soaring highI see your green cathedralReaching for the sky I hear your songBoth soft and trueAs whispers on the breezeA gentle breath of life so sweetIt brings me to my knees Hello GodThank you once againIContinue reading “Hello God”
Gravity
I hate gravityIt messes with my faceIt pulls my chins and other skinsSeverely out of place;It takes my facial featuresAnd makes them even moreHangy saggy baggyThan they ever were before.Gravity sucks
Again, It’s Christmas
Once again the time of yearFor snow and mistletoeEmbers in the fireplaceCast a golden glowStockings on the mantleRibbons on the floorHappy facesWreathed in smilesIt’s Christmas time once more
Christmas
Christmas stories, and songs, and poems are tough. Either they’ve already been done, or they’re overly sentimental, or too long, or just sappy. I hope this one doesn’t check any of those boxes. Best of seasons dearest onesMay joy and happinessHold you in their warm embraceTo feel their soft caressMay fortune follow in your stepsLetContinue reading “Christmas”
Homecoming
The leaving of the land of my birth was an abrupt, overnight event. One day I was there, the next I was not. I spread my wings, in search of what every young man seeks. The return, many years later, was a slow, sporadic process, in fits and starts, as though a testing of theContinue reading “Homecoming”
Just Plain Bud 