Poem

I’m viewing the grey lifeless skyline
hoping to soon see a dripping sunset.
I’m thinking the decaying leaves
are also disinterested in more soggy
New England October weather and
would rather trade it for the crispness
that often rides along, clinging to the winds,
while the moon is high, full and alive,
pushing away low lying cloud cover
to expose the naked sky and silent stars.

-M. Taggart

I Love My Country

In the heat of many passions it’s possible to forget to remember what’s good. In all times there are wars and divides splitting peoples of every country. That does not make all peoples of each country bad people. And it’s my belief that people ought not hide their love for their country, nor their flag, for fear of the bad. I’m thankful for the ground I walk on and I hope others are as well. No matter where they call home.

You don't need permission to love your country. Photo credit google images.
You don’t need permission to love your country. Photo credit google images.
December 19, 2010. Connecticut River, Sunderland MA. A man decides where to launch into the icy water. It is his birthday and he chooses to celebrate with the river.
December 19, 2010.  Connecticut River, Sunderland MA.  A man decides where to launch. It’s his birthday and he chooses to celebrate with the river.  Notice the skull in the rock.
Icy steps leading in Wilcox park. Westerly, Rhode Island.
Icy steps in Wilcox park. Westerly, Rhode Island.  Always walk on.
Hunting in Northern Maine. The area is large. You best bring proper gear.
Hunting in Northern Maine. The area is large. You best bring proper gear.
Typical New England drive after a new snow fall. Hills of Connecticut.
Typical New England drive after new snow fall. Hills of Connecticut.
A couple takes a moment to enjoy a bottle of red while tucked away near the edge of Jonathan Edwards Winery. North Stonington, CT.
A couple takes a moment to enjoy a bottle of red while tucked away near the edge  of the property at Jonathan Edwards Winery. North Stonington, CT.
The tree awaits a friend to sit at its base and read. Gill, MA. My home town.
The tree awaits a friend to sit at its base and read. Gill, MA. My home town.
Old concrete steps leading into a salt water inlet. Westerly, RI.
Old concrete steps leading into a salt water inlet. Westerly, RI.

There are only so many steps we will take. Find your country.  Enjoy it best you can.

You might also enjoy my self published short story found via the amazon link below.  Cheers.  -M. Taggart