Thursday, July 24

The Harvest


The Harvest, 7/24/14

A lone figure was watching the scene unfold,
the truck disintegrated sending shrapnel everywhere.
Sparks flew from torn metal-he was dead.
His truck slammed into a woman's car shredding it.
Barely saw it happen too fast to react,
glass breaking the windshield. 
Warm blood leaks and pools,
the smell of gasoline was strong.
Both drivers died right away.
The car was unrecognizable, tangled with the truck.
The airbags were deployed but did no good.
It seemed like forever sirens in the distance,
the ambulance was first but the corner was called.
Firemen and police were busy trying to pick up the pieces. 
Death was chuckling he watched the spirits rise from the wreck,
He swing his sickle wide,
as he gathered up the dead his job done.

Bekkie Sanchez ©

Tuesday, July 22

The Disappearing Girl


The Disappearing Girl, 7/22/14

She spends nights at her open window,
watching the evening spectacle unfold. 
Sparkling crystals and colored planets,  
like jewels scattered across a velvet sky.
Shooting stars crossed over the horizon. 
The crescent moon hung brightly,
as wispy clouds moved through the scene.
Something caught her eye nearby it was disk shaped.
It darted quickly around the sky flashing silver.
Watching it draw close she couldn’t look away.
A blinding shaft of light appeared around her,
the beam lifted her up towards the ship.
As her cat looked on, she was gone.
Bekkie Sanchez ©

Monday, July 21

The General Store


The General Store, 7/21/14

Grapefruit, Oranges and rice.
Yellow apples, frozen ice.
Penny candy, quality meats,
our soda fountain can’t be beat.
New potatoes, Beechnut gum,
toys for children-we have some.
Want a gold fish for a pet?
Shop with us you won’t regret.
Our General Store has everything,
Lot’s of sales on lots of things.
45’s and music sheets,
you know the grocer as he greets.
The General Store is what we had,
and now they’re gone it’s very sad.
The loss of quality it brings, 
the General Store sold everything.
I remember those good old days,
Why did they have to go away?
Now age old memories from the past,
Still live in us-but grow old fast.  

Bekkie Sanchez ©

299 Mag

Saturday, July 19



Milk, 7/19/14

Bright sunlight cutting through the slats of his blinds woke him up at dawn.
Cursing he burnt his tongue on the first cup of coffee.
In the kitchen window he took a quick look outside,
the cows were up by the barn bellowing to be milked.
He noticed the smell and color of wild flowers and he smiled.
At the barn he let his cows inside as they started taking their places.
It was not unlike a clumsy square dance as the cows found their stalls.
Every time they did this without fail and once situated called out to each
While the pump was making short work of gathering milk from my herd,
I shoveled the cows waste into a wheel barrel before it could pile up.
After the cows left he sprayed down the barn for tomorrow and headed to the garden.
Each plant in the row got it’s dose of manure and compost and thrived.
Being a farmer is a hard job but he wouldn’t do anything else!
At the end of his day he sat back in his chair smoke curling around him as he smoked his pipe.
Bright sunlight cutting through the slats of his blinds woke him up at dawn.

Bekkie Sanchez ©