One thousand hubs ? ..............poem
Milestones are only for those who count
away the miles
Calendars for those who await the ends of life
while the funeral man smiles
Why measure anything at all or keep
track of this all the more
Go ahead make your lines along the casing
at the edge of the door
I planned at one time to write and write
for ten thousand views
Like turning on the television for what
the nightly news?
Thirteen more poems or stories and it will
be my 1000 and more ?
Oh hell why stop even there
I'm a Hubber for sure
Took the picture above at a ranch in Montana , I love something about fences and gateways , they are so symbolic of our time on earth and of our imaginings of what lies perhaps even beyond this life .