peripatetic patter

Walk a Lot Grin a Lot I grin a lot . . . I walk. I slow to visit every dog I meet my cat is at home she always sniffs out my trips: Dogs...

See you on the Trail I am not as young as our moon but with drink and medicine I may be there very soon. I ain't in any goddamn race but...

Look Over Yonder Somewhere I'm gonna miss me when you're gone I'm gonna miss you when you write my song Sing in tune if or when ...

Early Traveling I was not the cool kid nor a stalking child just a thumb in the air without a flower in my hair . . . O just to get out and ...

Days of Sorrow The bone-aches of age are a reminder that some of us are in cage. I walk I talk I even strut some but never locked by space ....

The Circle in Gold I'm running and walking, grinning without talking let the snow pile up and melt it's the sweetest weather to sme...

The songs I sing from my mind don't always  tingle with rhyme but are songs I know my heart shouting to the wind. Please remember th...

If you see me strutting with no one insight it is because I see friends gone in the night. We mostly meet out of doors along roads ...

O by golly, by geeze, by gosh I hope it all comes out in the wash my trousers are a mess the bed sheet innsulated with trash

I am not only a bubble in the sky . . . and neither are you . . . we are trouble on the wing, a world where we may belong. We ar...