The cowboy had to guard against predators, straying cattle, and stampedes at night.For his hard and dirty work, the typical cowboy’s pay was slight The work of riding, roping, and herding meant long days and nights in the saddlewhen round-ups and trail drives were over, the challenge was staying out of...
Natures bywaysnot cement highways Its flowering plantsmarching army ants squirrels racingplaying, chasing mocking birds talkingslow turtles walking ducklings following in a rowfollows Mama where she goes Owls that hoot in the nightsearching eyes flashing bright trees branches swayingnatures symphony playing natures highwayYou are my way While others choose their roads,it is...
It is our past that shapes our futureThe times when we hold tight to endure We grasp at the memories; they push us forwardWe grab hold tight no time to be a coward Most of the life fights are inward bornLife’s daily struggles on the inside worn Only we can salvage...
Please take me away from the Madding crowdThe place with all those voices so loud Nothing there promotes a happy lifeAll its roads are grief and strife The Madding crowd is a vicious sortThey will keep you captive in their port Their crowd is loud and franticShrouded in an image of...
If you follow the path alongside the creek bankJust below the girded bridge with the rusty planks You’ll find me sitting patiently on our favorite rockWatching the small songbirds as they start to flock Take your time; no need to hurryI’ll sit here and watch squirrels scurry Chasing after tails round...
My mother always handledHer problems as they landed Folded hands in her lap with her apron tied aroundA crescendo of voices, still she never uttered a sound I would catch a glimpse of herdeep in thought While her children squabbled for theFavored spot A mother’s lap can only hold so muchFourteen...
They say that if you look at a photo long enough you Can sense the feelings of the people at that juncture of their life. Perhaps that’s true to some extent. As I looked back in time at a particular photo my neighbor took of my sisters and me, The more...
No more noisy fun summersMy Music has now changed drummers Those summer faces now gone for goodsweet little children growing up as they should Teaching small bodies to swimNow they quickly dive in on a whim They don’t need you anymoreBecause they fill a new door you grow older, and life...
Through the agesMany footprint pages God’s book becomes filledAs lives quietly are stilled Leaving their DNA blueprintFor a spectacular future event Generations will seeEternal life will finally be Many footprint pagesReturning in stages From the grave, they will ariseRight before our very eyes We await the days through sadnessAn end to...
