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.
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.
I stir the pot of relationship
at a slow speed at first
not wanting to cause further damage
when I stop
I can still see the layers
that keep separated
the parts of the whole.
And I realize there is more to blending
then gently stirring things up.
Not understanding fully the chemistry of relationships
I apply the mixer at a higher speed
wanting to bring things together
into a silky smooth batter, and find
the stirring only conceals the problems
by hiding them in the whole
spoiling the untainted.