FORGOTTEN FRONTIERS

Forgotten are the memories of the Alzheimer’s people.
This is dedicated to all people with Alzheimer’s
and to their caregivers.

Forgotten Frontiers

Forgotten frontiers, forgotten roots,
Forgotten pioneering boots,
Standing bleached by wind and rain,
Standing still, but can’t sustain,
Beneath the louring, darkening cloud,
That with a clap of thunder loud
Would erase our pioneering past,
The story that was built to last.

Every shingle, every board,
Every wind and every chord
So backbreaking hewn by calloused hand,
To craft a home, to build a land,
To fill with heart, and dwell with soul,
Once left behind to the bad dust bowl,
Forgotten now and left to rot
As we go headlong on without a thought.

Forgotten now the soul who built
The life that now we live without the guilt.
We forge ahead, forever getting, rarely give,
Even forgot the art of how to live.
Forgotten history, forgotten folk,
Forgotten that to have a wheel you need a spoke.
Forgotten frontier, forgotten roots,
Forgotten pioneering boots.

Sometimes we forget the roll we play
And strut the stage, demand the pay,
Play the hero, forget to bend
While friends and family reach wits’ end,
Left behind in wind and rain,
Unable to sustain.
Forgetting minds, forgetting roots,
Left behind by walking boots.

Forgotten frontier, forgotten roots,
Forgotten pioneering boots.

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CREDITS: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Pine-Creek-Cabin-592551282

http://www.deviantart.com/art/These-boots-are-made-117062446

Wine and Cheese Days

I remember all our wine and cheese days,
Warm gatherings saved up for for months;
How I remember you choosing cheeses,
How carefully you matched them with the wines.
I recall warm talk and aging friendships,
How you were the hostess with the most–
And I was there to raise the toast.
And I was the one who brought you bouquets
of dreams, gateways to our better lives.

And you have ripened fine dear,
And grown in wisdom and in warmth,
And you have aged with grace dear,
How deeply felt my love, dear.

How I loved the view of life we had then,
There was never any strife then,
Every morn was fresh and new then,
In our days of wine and cheese.
We kept too busy to be dour then,
How rich we were then, though poor.

Oh how I long for our wine and cheese days.
We were so young, life was so beautiful;
We worked all day, we danced the nights away…
I remember all the laughter–
There was always laughter–
And there was always ever after…
So very glad we had this time.

I always said, it was our prayer,
My silly toast thrown up from our cozy lair:
May we age like wine and keep like cheese,
May our lives always be a breeze,
May all our days be wine and cheese,
And may it be our hearts will never freeze.

I used to say that:
May there always be the wine and cheese,
And may the wine be free of lees.

Oh,  how I miss you now dear,
To hold me, kiss me, tell me all is fine, dear,
Calm my fears, tell me that the end
Is nowhere nigh. To give me a sigh
And bring me wine and cheese, dear.
I’ll drink to you dear, I have no fear dear,
As long as you are here my dear,
All our days are wine and cheese days.

So here’s to wine and cheese,
Here’s to that loving squeeze,
I thank you for your loving ways,
I cherish all the days
We spent together,
Never were there any better
Than our heady wine and cheese days.

We were matched like fine cheese and wine,
Paired for life, set to dine on love alone.
We made it through,  dear, we are good here dear,
And life together still is fine.

I still can taste our love of yore,
And still I want some more
Of the scent of you, the taste of you,
Never enough of wine and cheese days.
I carry you in my heart,
I pray our souls will never part.

Never enough of cheese and wine
And the flavours of life that bind,
And high on life we didn’t only live, we dined;
I carry on and cherish all the days gone by,
Those days of cheese and wine,
And wine and cheese, a loving squeeze,
A daze of wine and cheese days.

So here’s to our wine and cheese days,
Fine living in our poor days,
And to our happy ever after days,
And to our love in everlasting ways.

A loaf of home made bread,
A glass of wine and you dear,
What more could a fellow want?

CREDITS: All illustrations from Microsoft ClipArt