A collection of poetry and short stories, mostly about my life. Some haiku, pictures, and my thoughts thrown in for good measure. For short stories and my thoughts click on Steve Halls Tidbits and Steve Hall's Thoughts below.
cloud clear thought
better days remembered as
today weighs heavily on our backs
Simplicity gone common sense erased
as nothing new makes sense
we lie at the bottom
of the hill of muck
unable to make progress
the few determined pulled back
for no one wants to wallow
in the pigsty alone
The new philosophy… let the few keep the many down
that they have all
and the rest have nothing
to squabble over.
Gardens at 2 properties; picking wild blackberries by the thousands; canning peaches, blackberries, green beans, wax beans; finishing projects on 3 properties; it’s all I can do to keep up with e-mails. Hope to be back in full in a few weeks.
We judge from what we see
without rose-colored glasses
within our tiny world
that which does not affect us
things that do not impact our lives…
invisible to most.
Our life’s routines have dug trenches
walls blocking our view,
we are unaware of our surroundings …
those things far off beckoning us to dream
some close enough to reach out and touch…
if we could only look up, look out, and see.
Early morning at camp.
My view of life is always the same
yet it is always different…
each morning changes from day-to-day
I have shed the shackles of mundaneness
breached the trenched walls
and see there is life to live.