Living with and overcoming Bipolar and Borderline Personality Disorder
Once busy with hustle and flow, Main Street the place to go.
Alive with families supporting their own, Main Street a place outgrown.
Cars cruising up and down the street, A Friday night couldn’t be beat.
All you needed could be found there, Now people shop online without a care.
Hometown businesses a thing of the past, How much longer can Main Street last?
I’m guilty of doing the same, Main Street dying what a shame.
Jill L. Ware
To find the colors of fall you don’t have to look far, They are all around wherever you are.
The Hickory with colors of golden bronze, across the lake the breeze it’s leaves calms.
The Birch with the color of bright yellow, calling after me as if to say be my fellow.
The dogwood with leaves of purple red, as if it says words left unsaid.
The poplar with leaves of golden yellow, standing out as it screams hello.
The Tupelo with colors of red, soon its leaves will be dead.
The mighty oak its leaves golden Brown, it’s nuts the squirrels take down.
The sugar Maple with the color of Orange red, soon its leaves it will shed.
The ash colorful and its purple,yellow and red, sorry Birch I choose the ash instead.
Cool nights sitting by the fire, of this life I will never tire.
Watch the colors change when you can, this beauty provided to us by the Man.
The flag blows as to say, “Look at me!”. The ever changing colors of the trees.
Chimes hang from the gutters with care, the tunes they are quite rare.
The brass bell swaying just a bit, awaiting my departure in the trees the birds sit.
The sky a vibrant blue, fluffy clouds stare back at you.
Mums, gourds, pumpkins and spice, all that makes everything nice.
Today a day for the books, a fall day as beautiful as it looks.
Jill L. Ware
BTW this was a kid friendly event!
The lights luminate for safeties sake, The gravel spilling over it’s walls.
Carefully making it to the dock on the lake, walk on me the lighted path calls.
The retaining wall with caps as white as snow, brighter than the path they glow.
The path marking which way to go, I get lost more than you know.
The baskets hang beautifully so, beside them birds on the feeders sit.
I take the path as far as I can go, The path not safe, not one bit.
The path leads to my slumbering place, where I desire to be.
I walk it with a bit of grace, the dock on the lake meant for me.
The breeze brushes across my face, Cooling with its strength and speed.
I think I’ve finally found my place, the lake having the serenity I need.
The wind slows as the sun appears, bringing with it the afternoon heat.
A frog somewhere behind me I hear, a day like this is hard to beat.
I watch the minnows from where I sit, swimming past without a care.
Mother finally comes into sight, mess with her babies I not dare.
The baskets hang as beautiful as can be, Blooms full with color of white and red.
The birds have yet to visit me, when they do they will be happy and fed.
The hammock hangs off in the distance, I wont use it without assistance you see.
Falling out I’m not taking the chance, There is a scardy cat in me.
As the ripples gently kiss the shore, the shore completely unaware.
I grab the pole with my favorite lure, For a while the lake with it I share.
Jill L. Ware
As children the parallel rails led to many of our destinations, On them we played without the slightest hesitation.
We’d run, jumping every other tie. So much fun, you know why?
The rails were forbidden, from us their joys no longer hidden.
On the rails a penny pressed flat, remember that?
Below the rails a cave like dwelling, my siblings would hide and I’d say, “I’m telling!”.
On the other side lie Tank Pond, of this place I wasn’t fond.
My siblings would go fast as could be, I’d scream “wait for me.”
One day on the way to school, my sister had an idea I thought was cool.
We’d lie on the ties against the rails as by us the train sails.
One time is all it took, now I’d play it by the book.
The rails thereafter had one rule, they were only to be followed to school.
Tonight I was sitting under my umbrella having a beer and searching recipes. After a bit decided to go in as I sat up I reached to pet the local cat. And at my feet was a raccoon not a cat. Scared the crap out of me. All I could imagine was it clawing me to death. Yep in those few minutes an entire scenario of events went through my mind.
Our Roses Were Yellow 
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