Come into My Garden: Volume 2

By Virgil Ballard

Poems written during the "LONG WAIT'

Imagine the all consuming yet innocent young love of a 15 year old boy and a 14 year old girl.Suddenly all contact is lost due to a conspiring grandmother who intercepted and destroyed U. S. mail. 60 years roll by:They each had married and raised large families and they meet again. Time passes. Another six years before they are both widowed and thenn..

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: May 19, 2010
• ISBN: 9781466924000

Virgil Ballard

Virgil Ballard was born in 1927 into a ranching family and spent the first 60 years of his life a horseback and ranching. He later formed a real estate company and is still pursuing that endeavor in 2010.His writings show wisdom, humor and common sense that comes from spending years in the saddle.

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Contents

Macaroni

A Dream Come True

A Journey Into The Unknown

A Little Yellow Robe

A Perfect Fit

A Touch Says It All

A Transition Never Made

About Time

After Our Vows

All That’s Left

All Travelers Welcome

Alone

An Angel In Ruth’s Clothing

An Angel Said,

An Innocent Tryst

An Old Man’s Thoughts

Anything For A Laugh

Are We There Yet?

Around The Next Bend

As I Know Her

As Seasons Turn

At Last

Back In Forty Three

Beauty Is Life

Beauty Or Brains

Chinese Mystery

Curiouser And Curiouser

Deep Deep Within

Different Yet The Same

Dreaming While Awake

Dreams Or Reality?

Eager Kisses

Enabling Words

Ever Stronger

Every Man Has A Season

Fantasy Profound

Flipping The Switch

Foreboding

Forever

Forever Land

From Our First Moment

Fused But Not Confused

God Bless The Union

Goo

Halloween

Her Point Of View

HOT

How Can This Be?

I Am

I Found It!

I Love Ruth

I May Never Learn

I Missed Our Date

If Only

I’m Not Alone

In Ye Ole Ireland

Innocent Until Proven Otherwise

Intimacy

Into The Sunset

Is The Back Seat Empty?

It Is Not Ours To Know

Itching And Twitching

It’s A Beautiful Day

It’s A Deal

It’s An Old Story

It’s Scary

Just The Facts

King And Queen

Land Of Awes

Late One Night

Let My Eyes Behold

Let The Silence Fall

Look Whats Inside

Lookout World

Love Has No Season

Making Plans

Maybe Just Around The Bend

Me

Memories From An Old Picture

Mouthing The Words

My Flower

My Girl

My Girl

My Grin Says It All

My Heart Knows

My Kitten

My Lesson

My Soul Looked Back

Naked

Naughty

No Common Sense

North To Alaska

Not My Choice

Now That We’re Older

Of Time And Space

On The Airplane

One Weekend In May

Only Three Cents

Pleasures Of The Mind

Pretend

Prison Walls

Reflected In My Eyes

Remember When

Remembering

Reunited

Rich And Sweet

Rich In Memories

Riches

Ruth’s Garden

Ruth’s Sayings

Sand Castles

Save It For Me

Seeing The Goal

So There

Something Is In The Air

Soon Over But So Huge

Sooner Or Later

Special In Every Way

Still Counting

Still Waiting!

Sunshine

Surprise

Suspended

Thank You

Thank You, God

Thaw Wanted

The Albatross

The China Plan

The Killing

The Cruise

The Day Mother Ran Away

The Dormant Flower

The Eternal Clock

The Fable Of The Bottomless Purse

The First Shall Be Last

The Future

The Gift She Gave To Me

The Goddess

The Great White Bear

The Hand Of Succor

The Honeymoon Will Never End

The Hour Is Getting Late

The Last Entry

The Last Good Bye

The Lesson

The Little Ole Truck

The Massage

The Meaning Of Wow

The Morning Call

The Picture On The Wall

The Plan

The Pleading Call

The Politician

The Power Of A Symbol

The Presence Of God

The Privileged Class

The Recovery

The Saddest Season

The Saddest Toast

The Secret Plan

The Silent Cry

The Sum Of Our Kisses

The Toast

The Traveler

The Turning Wheel

The Twin Lures

The Unmatchable Thrill

The Vagaries Of Life

The Voice

The Votes Have Been Counted

The Wispy River

This Is What I See

Time–Ah–Time

Time, Friend Or Foe?

To Elko, To Elko

Too Shy

Total Recall

Treasures

Turnip Greens

Two Old Braves

Waiting Is The Game

Water Under The Bridge

What Are Riches?

What Have I Done?

What It’s All About

What’s In A Name

When It All Started

Why I Look Back

Wild And Free

Wild And Wonderful

Winning Delayed

Wisdom Of The Ages

Words Of Wisdom From

A Seven Year Old Girl

Young Lovers Again

You’re A Winner

You’re Not Alone

To Ruth, Who Above All, Inspired Me To Write This Poetry.

Macaroni

Here’s to the clever inventor

Who started with just a hole

Wrapped some dough around it

And he was on a roll

Thus macaroni came to be

The choice of many cooks

It really is a tasty treat

In spite of how it looks

It became so popular

That others tried to follow

They took a piece of spaghetti

And tried to make it hollow

A Dream Come True

Today you shared with me some early dreams

And a dream you had when you were a teen

An explicit dream most intimate, it seems

We both know what those things must mean

Finally what you dreamed has come to pass

And new dreams now replace the old

Nothing more intimate will ever surpass

That early dream and the future it foretold

Now if you’re present dreams can be that bold

Perhaps the future they can again foretell

If I’m included, then I should be told

So together our plans will commence to jell

A Journey Into The Unknown

Uncharted waters lie ahead

Captain and Captain at the ready

To embark upon a new course

And venture into the unknown

Two captains, you say, but why

Should not one be the first mate?

The journey they have planned

Requires strong leadership to succeed

Aye, but these two are equal

And each one brings to their ship

That which the other one likes

And these captains love to share and explore

A Little Yellow Robe

It awakened me thinking I had a mouse

A gentle rustling sound when all should be quiet in the house

Rising on an elbow, I peered around in dim light

It was coming from the closet, from the hanging clothes alright

Then to my consternation a yellow robe floated out.

It pirouetted and started dancing all about.

It danced up close to me and suddenly opened wide,

As if to show me all the secrets that were inside.

Then coquettishly it danced away

Its little arms beckoned, Come here, they seemed to say.

I arose and we commenced to dance.

Just the little yellow robe and I, dancing as in a trance

We whirled and we twirled and never missed a beat

I could hear music playing softly, maybe somewhere in the street

It was so romantic; we danced the whole night through

When they started playing, The Beautiful Tennessee Waltz, I knew it was adieu.

Oh! How I love that little yellow robe with her name embossed

When we stopped dancing, it gently wiped my eyes and floated back in place.

I was left standing there, and then I went to wash my face.

I must have been dreaming, that is what I suppose

Returning to my bed, I found upon my pillow a fresh yellow rose.

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