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This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Oh, Merry Go Round of life,
Treadmill of my dreams,
Concrete jungle,
Polluted Streams.
High-rise buildings blot out the sun,
Smog-filled air,
Slum sections teeming decay
And suppressed life, despair.
A question, urgently stirring
About wings spread and whirring.
Freedom to move in uncluttered space —
Tiny forms darting and blurring.
Will the swallows care to come back to Capistrano?
Simplicity
This thought comes from Autumn Leaves:
We have become so sophisticated that we bore
Ourselves and others around us.
We cannot find the pathway back to simplicity
Which frees our mind.
Could we find the path, we could laugh at simple jokes
And enjoy simple but pleasant times.
Flight
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
To move unfettered in air so rare and pure,
Beneath or above endless banks of clouds.
Unshackled to soar in mind and spirit
To remove earth’s burdensome shroud.
Could an eagle speak, would he
Hold us in contempt or in utter disdain,
Poor earth-bound creatures, animals of habit,
Foul air, daily tasks mundane.
Spread mighty silver wings,
Soar above the patch-work quilt pattern below.
Fly softly, free spirited,
But fly reverently as you go.
Diminished horizons, skies blue and clear,
Atmosphere charged with laughter,
Intangible, invisible
Because other spirits linger here.
To leave earth’s cluttered pull, to explore, to seek,
To know, to find lasting contentment,
To search out the truth of the universe
And to know God is man’s essence and ultimate destiny.
Ironic Circle
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
The first men on our shores had freedom,
But little time to truly experience it
As they struggled to make their place and tame this big land.
Building, hunting, foraging, and planting consumed much of their energy,
But they had freedom.
Later, men struggled in chains,
Dying to secure richer lives for their owners.
Throughout their lives of trials and tribulations,
They held to their dreams tenaciously —
Their dreams of freedom.
Later still, men fought and died by the thousands in great wars
To stop tyrants and secure freedom more concretely.
They fought, bled and died to uphold
Our country’s cherished principles,
But these men died, knowing freedom.
Even later, men who knew freedom’s sweetness and blessings
Let it erode because of greed, indifference,
Lust for material wealth and apathy.
Blinded by these pursuits,
They became disillusioned and let it slip away.
Ironic? Yes! Men who realized freedom,
But no time to fully appreciate it.
Men who didn’t have it and could only dream of its possession.
Men who knew it and died fighting to hold it.
Men without vision who let it slip away like a thief in the night.
America
This poem is in Autumn Leaves:
There! Do you see it? Is it still there?
A bright ray of light that splits the dark clouds of despair…
A ray of light brightly shining forth
Through the dark gloom of ignorance…
A ray of light bravely illuminating
And piercing the haze of hunger.
What is this light made of?
Where does it come from?
This bright brave light is composed of
Invisible substances called love,
Hope, dreams, tolerance and freedom.
It emanated from a piece of earth called America,
Conducted by a God-fearing people
Who left the darkness and live in the light.
This bright light cannot be extinguished
Because, once seen or heard of,
Shines into the hearts and minds of the tired,
Hungry and opposed people of the world.
Do you see it? Yes! Yes!
Thank God, it’s still there!
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