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September's
Song
I've no sad, September song to sing.
No "Winter's coming," blues.
I'll simply watch the seasons change
And, revel in their hues.
I know the year is ending soon,
And, winter comes 'fore then'
But I will play in falling leaves
And, rise to love again.
I will not laden soul with grief
For summer days slippped by
But, I will seize the Autumn's gold
for a twinkle in my eye.
I do not fear the winter chill
For Autumn leads me in,
And I will sing some other song
When winter's at its end.
Obscurity
Seven days and sixteen nights
I've been tying hard to write.
But the words won't come to mind.
So, at last, I am resigned,
To live my life in Obscurity.
I'm trying lyric, song and verse.
But to all my writing I bring the worst
Case of writer's block I've seen.
My rythym's wild. My thoughts careen.
So, I'll live my life in obscurity.
I've filled a page with scribbled thought
But Woe! At last, it's all for naught
A bit of merit I can't find
I think I'm taking leave of mind.
And I'll live my life in obscurity.
An Easter Poem for Frances
Resurrection in the Light,
Grace that brings all hope so bright
I've been walking in the night.
Turn my steps toward Thee.
Resurrection, and the Way,
Glory Morning, Glory Day,
Let me never, never Stray.
And, may my blind soul see.
Resurrection and New Birth
Fill my sould with truth and mirth.
Fix all my days upon this earth
Enrapt, complete in Thee.
For Moose
and Man
Three moose walked into town today.
They did not mean to intrude,
But had left the hills far away
And, were searching for some food.
They must have been desperate and near death's door
To take their lives in hand
To come where they had not come before
And, to trust the world of man.
They were tranquilized and sent back home
I hope they were fed first.
For, I feel for the creatures who were on the roam,
Driven by hunger and thirst.
God protect the moose in their distant lands.
Bring them food and drink and peace.
And, may we all lift up our hands
In thanks for these glorious beasts.
And may we welcome strangers here
Who need a helping hand
Be it bird or moose or dog or deer
Or a weary child of man.
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