Some things,
I will never have again in my life.
This view.
The tall windows in the farmhouse living room.
A path through the deep woods.
A ghost on the path.
A hill behind my house.
My front yard: the green, lush hills in Spring.
Some things I will have that I have not had before.
Grain painted wood.
A dinner bell on the roof.
A white porcelain sink in the kitchen,
A cold storage room in the basement.
A bedroom in a woodshed.
A barn fallen down,
A home we made together.
Neighbors to sit on a porch with.
A dog named Red.
A pony named Rocky.
There is always loss,
and always gain.
Isn’t life a trade, silly man,
after all?
You never lose your life,
you just keep adding to it.