Lost in thought

Lost in thought,

my mind doth stray.

Seemingly caught,

in disarray.

Foggy at best,

the memory betrays.

Life, long past,

is just a haze.

Was it real,

or just a dream?

An old man’s appeal,

or silent scream.

Check my scars,

life leaves its mark.

Faded memory spares,

the broken heart.

Truth be known,

the past is past.

Don’t sit alone,

distraught, downcast.

For each new day,

a memory's made.

I think I’ll stay,

my admission’s paid. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole

Rode to the beach yesterday.  First ride of 2016.  It was cold and overcast.  Started out at 57 degrees and never got much warmer.  It was a good day for layers of clothing.  Got a cramp in my left hamstring with about a half mile to go.  Man that hurt.  Probably not enough fluids.  You're no as thirsty when it's cold, but you have to continue to drink or your body tells you to by cramping up. 

A pretty girl on a bench seat!!  Sigh!!

My Ode to Saltine Crackers

Saltine Crackers are the best,

I admit without duress.

I like them in my Wendy’s chili,

or Vince’s soup: Get in my belly!!

My love for Saltine’s started young,

fresh from school, I’d have me some.

Eat a whole bag and not get sick,

wash them down with Nestles Quick.

I admit, alone they’re dry,

and lacking taste, I cannot lie.

But sometimes they just hit the spot,

especially if that’s all ya got.

I cannot stop this much is true,

I love my Saltines through and through.

Please don’t hate me for this quirk,

My 12-step program just didn’t work. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole