I'm Trying to Write You a Letter

I'm trying to write you a letter. I chose a good quality paper and my favorite quill. For better or worse, it will be in my own hand so just seeing it you will think of me, know that I was thinking of you and had something I wanted to say just to you.

I'm giving it a lot of thought in hopes that you will find it meaningful in some way. It would be great if I had a secret to tell you but I've never been one to keep them. Maybe I'll include an invitation to meet for breakfast at the cafe. Maybe if I just do it as carefully as I can you will decide it's worth keeping and put it in that small box with your other keepsakes and someday, maybe when you are old and I'm not here, you will find it again and be reminded that as it was written I was thinking of you fondly.

Guarding the Estate

I'm guarding the estate. Sort of. They pay me to stand here year after year. Truth be told I don't really like these people and if a band of terrorists showed up in a van I'd hide behind this post and wish them well. Mean spirited of me I know, the landed gentry are just doing what they were taught. But I can't help thinking they could use some kind of wake up call, some kind of reality check.

I used to be handsome, cut a figure as they say, muscular and proud, the mighty lion with his shield. But now I'm worried and scared. You can see it in my face. The wife, she's sick a lot. The kids, drifting, in and out of love, in and out of jobs, in and out of trouble.

You know that country song, how does it go? Take this job and shove it, oh yeah, I would love to sing that song. But I can't do it. I'll keep doing this because I don't know what else to do.

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Red Peppers