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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?
Wapiti
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
I’ve climbed snow-capped mountains,
Searched lush valleys below.
I’ve trekked through high aspen meadows,
Drinking where hidden streams flow.
I’ve climbed over lofty crags
And walked through wildflower meadows where you roam.
I’ve smelled spruce-laden air
In the untamed beauty you trod and know as home.
I’ve searched when hot and thirsty,
Muscles crying out in pain.
I’ve hunted while wet and hungry
Against your allies, snow and rain.
When matching wits, my hunter’s tricks
Have all seemed to fail,
Yet your courage and strength never falter
As nature helps you prevail.
Each year, aspen trees
Begin wearing coats of red and gold,
When campfires flicker in the mountains
Against night air, crispy cold.
My ears strain to catch a bugle call,
Which splits the clean, clear air.
The mighty stag, Wapiti,
Is moving in his lair.
Yes, I’ll answer his ringing challenge,
For not to respond would cause me pain.
It’s time to once more play hide-and-seek
On his terms, in his terrain.
Outdoorsman
This thought comes from Autumn Leaves:
Open country, clear streams,
Fresh air, wild life and green trees,
Rugged beauty,
Fresh sights and smells
Enter the body in two’s and three’s.
Clarion mating call of the bull elk in rut.
Outdoorsman life style —
That’s the one for me!
Leviathan
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Hear then a tale of questionable strategy
Involving a wondrous creature.
Results were almost near tragedy,
Species extinction, Nature’s own sad teacher.
Their existence brings about mixed feelings
As they quietly pass on parade,
Slowly plying changing ocean currents,
Passing near man unafraid.
Gentle and playful, they offer no cause
For unfounded fear or alarm,
Never inflicting pain in their watery domain
While displaying whale-loads of charm.
The solution was always very simple,
Very easy to understand.
You see, while we’re able to travel our oceans,
They’re unable to travel on land.
Then let’s leave these great gentle wonders
In care of Neptune’s safe keep
To breed and play, live and die, peacefully,
Inside blue marvel of their deep.
Awakening
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Tightly closed against morning chill,
Holding essence tight like in-drawn breath,
Waiting for an unknown time
On an invisible clock to steal.
Who can fathom such silent wonder,
But stand in awe and ponder?
Majestic in crawling, slow motion,
Thrilling beauty to overflowing portion.
Arms now unfold in radiant bliss,
Greeting sunshine with a fragrant kiss.
Translucent petals, gorgeous disclose,
Sun’s warm rays now caress the rose.
My Dream
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
I dreamt of hunting buffalo
And long grass shimmering in the sun.
I saw cold, crystal clear mountain streams,
With its banks bordered by wild flowers.
Away up high, almost a speck against the light blue sky,
A bald eagle surveys his realm.
Although it’s spring time in my dream,
The distant, hazy, purple mountains
Still wear their caps of white.
The air is clean and fresh
And filled with the smell of growing things.
The white-trunked aspens
Keep sentinel in their quiet beauty.
Life is simple but hard.
Man fulfilled his dreams by the strength of his hand,
Sweat from his brow, and cunning of his mind.
He became one with his surroundings.
The world was sustained by natural order,
And it was good.
When I awoke,
I realized that I’m but a dinosaur
Transplanted into a modern time and world.
Innate Tenacity
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Beautiful silver kings from ocean depths,
Trying to fulfill your dreams,
Battling white water currents
Over obstacles in the streams.
What trials upstream await you,
Hearkening Nature’s call?
You splash and crash over gravel and rock,
Straining to reach the falls.
Man’s net catches and thwarts you;
Bears struggle to make of you a meal.
Still upstream you strive, caught in the throes
Of Nature’s relentless peal.
Urgency of regeneration makes you
Oblivious to outside sensation.
Instinct to spawn, twilight or dawn
Propels you forward to your destination.
Rainbows and Waterfalls
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Stillness broken only by water sounds,
Cascading against the rock.
Time seems to linger here
As God’s watery finger turns back the clock.
I sit in awe at such magnificent wonder…
A rainbow adorns rising spray.
In my mind, as clear as chimes,
Haunting Indian flute notes linger far away.
An invisible hand, long before man,
Has carved and painted this land.
Man was then formed and given birth
To enjoy rainbows and waterfalls on Mother Earth.
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