Do you ever try to write poems? I do and here is one for you

If I had Chalk

If I had Chalk, My Dear

I was to make a note

On my Knees I would have set to making it known

Not Loves Letter of Average Post

But a Large Chalk drawing of a skeleton at most

Speak not of ill gotten meaning

For a purpose cannot be known other that in hearing

But do not hold me to perfect word of Why

How could Gray Bones speak loves cry

For I've never heard you speak of a pain in Death

I should have drawn you a Dove instead

But you are not contained in a form of this bird

For both animal and man are two different natures, and wildly misunderstood

I drew the bones by best I can say

That it is something of you, and it is something of me

And when a life time passes away

The Archeologist will look in and on at a Future day

Two simple frames

One of mine and one of yours

Old ,White, and Gray

In a Common Dirt Covered Grave