Soaring

Run, jump, fly
Like a bird
Go way up high
Freedom spurred
To soar in the lazy blue sky

Civil War

Boom! Boom!
The cannons are exploding around me,
“Why?” I ask
A war between freedom and slavery
“Pointless” I say.
In my own country,
the South against the North,
and the North against the South.
Whiz—
bullets screaming past me,
“When will it stop?” I ask the soldier by me,
Bang! guns go off near by
“Who will win and who will die?” I ask another
feet are pounding as soldiers are advancing,
bodies are falling as soldiers are retreating.
Chaos and confusion—“who’s side am I on?” I wonder.
Thinking about how I feel deep down,
Do I care about one’s color, or one’s freedom?
Or do I think that someone else should do my work for me.
Blast!
Dirt and grass are flying
“Why?” I ask again but no one answers for no one knows.
Silence—
As bodies lie around me
They cannot answer for they are dead,
dead for fighting.
“How can this be?” I ask aloud
but no one knows
for there is no more North and South, bond or free
only dead and alive.
I walk through the smoke filled battlefield
“Why?” I ask once more
But no one really knows.
“Pointless” I say once more
and I continue home with the vision
of people fighting, dying, and dead.

The Way of County Life

The country morning dawns beautiful and bright
It’s just you and the land in the early light
The call of a rooster, a lowing of cows
As you go to the barn to retrieve the plows
Then into the rich dark fields you go
To ready them for when it’s time to sow
Back to the house for a quick bite to eat
Where the wife has prepared a little treat
Then into the fields for another round
As you prepare the ever-producing ground
When work is done and the golden sun is fading
You can relax with some neighborly gossip trading
Then into the house to wash up for dinner
A table full of food that’s sure to be a winner
It’s just you and your family and your bounteous land
Some music and dance with an eye on the minute hand
Then a kiss goodnight from your kids and your wife
This is truly the way of country life

The Sky at Night

When twilight ends and dark descends,
it’s time to see what the sky intends,
Look up into that wonder we call space,
as the world becomes another place.
In the heavens you’ll see a sprinkling,
as the stars begin their twinkling.
First one, then two, then a whole constellation,
pinpoints of light organized in formation.
Planets, shooting stars, and the Northern Light,
look up and experience the magnificent night.

Flags

These fighting forms
Whisper, flutter and crack
And are unfurled
Shaped into a silky flight
Luring the souls desires
Of freedom, courage and love.

When FREEDOM Rings True

Fighting for what's right
with all of our might
Reaching out to others
because we are all brothers
Expanding to great heights
as our flame of truth ignites
Exclaiming to all
that we will not fall
Doing great deeds
as our constitution reads
Overcoming the odds
for which everyone lauds
Making the world a better place
for everyone of every race!

Tranquility

Unceasing patterns of endless shades
Swirling together as daylight fades
Evening twilight is ever changing
While Father Sky is rearranging
Mystic grayness tinged with blues
Silver, pink and other hues
Until at last the stars descend
And day and night complete their blend

Call It Cold

Never before has there been a winter
Where the wind and the snow
Turns everyone into a sprinter
Where the cheeks and the nose begin to glow
And everything touched does splinter!

Solitude

Misty morning ocean glides
bringing with it last evening's tides
Over the rock and over the sand
reaching, reaching to the land
Then with a swoosh and a woosh
comes the pulling and the push
Rolling back like thunder
the waves go crashing under

Night is Coming

The dark waves are pounding upon the shore
Golden sun's last gleaming rays are fading
Sky is darkening telling us that day is done
The sand is cooling as the sun's warmth is leaving

Away we tread from the day's fond memories
To the car we slowly meander
Leaving the salty cool air, the magic, the fun
To our home to wait for tomorrow

Sunrise

The quiet stillness of dawn
A chill in the air
Peace rests on the landscape
A look around confirms color-tinged edges
And before you know it
The sun bursts on the scene
White light that blinds the eye
Showering the land with rays of brightness
Warming the land it touches
The world awakens, called by the sun's rising