Sunday, December 17, 2017

Is There Not A Better Way

Freedom, where art thou
behind these locked doors
there once was a day
a man could feel safe while venturing beyond his doorway
now I feel prisoner to todays world
on our streets
modern day cowboys with their concealed pistols
ar-15s carried across their backs on slings
why should we be forced to live in fear
having to decide
which of these men are the good guys with a guns
and which is a threat
there is no freedom in a prison of fear

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Things Is Backwards

The war machine
Always fed first
The budget for weapons
Never suffers from thirst

While children lay hungered
And vets become homeless
These priorities in America
Leave the populus hopeless

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

The Footbridge

I sat with my legs dangled over the side,
Listening to natures chorus and the voice of the falls.
Hours spent searching within.
So much sorrow found!
The realization of just how far man has erred haunts my soul.
This beauty missed in the never ending hustle and bustle.
Life has so much more to offer.
It is not only this stream that humanity is leaving behind.
The love and respect for all things has been left at the wayside.
But I had come to think,
To rest from reality and fantasize how the world could be healed.
The sounds of the forest along with the falling water returned.
I felt joyful that my heart had not grown cold,
That the way man had turned against man still bothered me.
I found a certain comfort as I now knew I could still live with who I was.
I think I will stay a while longer and sit
with my legs dangled over the side of this beautiful little footbridge
and listen some more to natures music
and the voice of the falls.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

The Cabin

Blessed by the surrounding forest
so thick with spruce
their boughs reaching low to the ground
there was a natural protection from the winter winds

The snows
when they came
fell gently
covering the ground all about his cabin

Though temperatures would drop outside
within the cabin there was a comfortable warmth
supplied by the ever present embers
found at the base of the hearth

Tonight, the snows were held at bay
it was a bright and wonderful full moon
reflecting from the surface of yesterdays snow
giving an eye opening bit of entertainment

As he gazed out his window
he stood watching as a beautiful buck
emerged from the trees
he was soon joined by a large doe

Within minutes
his entire clearing was filled
with deer
searching for a meal

It was for these nights
he had left the rat race of city life
gone off the grid
and returned to days gone by