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Cowboy’s Prayer
This comes from Autumn Leaves:
Now I lay me down to sleep
In open spaces
Lest I weep.
Saddle for a pillow,
Chaps for a spread,
Starlit canopy overhead.
And should I die
Before dawn’s break,
Thank you, Lord, for your fair shake.
Amen
Autumn Leaves
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Father Time once again waves his wand,
Signaling season’s change.
Warm, sunny days surrender quietly
To oncoming snow and rain.
Leaves of multicolor profusion
Play tag upon the wind.
Her arms spread wide, Mother Earth
Awaits patiently for their flight to end.
Carried haphazardly by the winds
And scattered all around.
The winds die down, while leaves still fall,
Fluttering to the ground.
Mother Earth nurtured the trees that gave leaves birth,
Now she will stop and rest.
The leaves will decompose
In time to nurture Mother Earth.
Tree limbs now bare
Move in the wind like long but skinny whips.
Words take shape
And blend on the poet’s lips.
When leaves do fall and the wild goose calls
Backward from the fold,
Brings foreboding melancholy
Creeping o’er my soul.
Unknown to many,
Father Time has his secret reasons.
Falling leaves are just one way
He signals the changing seasons.
My life’s companion strolls beside me
Through the crisp, cold breeze.
We both exalt in season’s change
As we crunch through Autumn Leaves.
Together At Last
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
We’ve traveled many miles,
Both you and I,
Always searching
For when and why.
Our pathways meandered
In different directions,
Overcoming many obstacles,
Mixed with objections.
Dark clouds and emotions
Fulfilled our days,
As we struggled along
Our own separate ways.
The hunger never died,
Instead it actually grew,
Propelling us forward
As life turned its screw.
Let others hoot and moan
Their pitiful dirge,
Because, by mere chance,
Our pathways did merge.
Together we stand
As a powerful shield,
Radiating sunshine’s rays
Which we both wield.
What’s mine is yours;
What’s yours is mine.
We know “who” we are;
Let the others mark time.
Let’s not say forever,
Who can fathom that deep?
Today is enough…
Forever ours to keep.
The Path
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
A son of the dirt since my birth,
I look back without rancor or mirth,
And — I remember.
Polished words did not pass my lips,
Nor fine clothes touch my fingertips,
And — I remember.
Without inheritance in the land,
Through struggles and hunger, I grew into a man,
And — I remember.
Beaten but never bowed,
In the School of Hard Knocks I was endowed,
And — I remember.
Wealth and power were never my goal.
I wanted water for thirst, food for my soul,
And — it happened.
No longer hungry or thirsty, I’m fed and gird.
I’m finding the answers, written in the Word,
And — I won’t forget.
I’ve found the path that’ll take me home,
And I’ll go in peace, remembering,
As I say, “Shalom!”
Levels
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Speak diligently, strive hard
Seeking to find
Higher truths, awareness levels…
Always use your mind.
First level, fresh mind,
Everything new, white as chalk.
Learned to speak, began to think,
Slowly learned to walk.
Second Level, awkward years,
Body strong, learning right from wrong.
Having fun, wild free years,
Lackadaisical attitude, trying to belong.
Third Level, maturity, responsibilities,
Striving to fulfill our dreams,
Different places, varied faces,
Drowning in waterless streams.
Fourth Level, yearning yet stable,
Successful, empty, desire burning.
Appreciation of art, beauty, humanity,
Thoughts always churning.
Fifth Level, consciousness abides.
A foreboding feeling,
Something surely missing,
Emptiness, realization stealing.
Sixth Level, words like stone,
Deep impressions stand alone.
A deep, soft voice says, “Welcome,”
Chill inside my bones.
Seventh Level, deep voice, all-wise,
Henceforth and upwards is paradise,
Length, depth and breadth,
Measured with cubic rod.
Speak with praise forevermore,
Wrapped in Love,
Praise His Holy name for
You now speak with GOD!
Tribulation
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Days of turbulence, tempest tossed,
Ability to think, reason, logic lost.
No peace, wars, unfounded fears,
Hunger abounds, homeless, flowing tears.
Scripture disregarded, rights ignored,
Pervasive living, greed, joy ignored.
Foretold from ancient past, no attention paid,
Foundations crumbling, destructive path all laid.
Continue onward then, soul closed to light,
Ignore the homeless, hungry masses, struggling in life’s fight.
Close eyes and ears in ignorance, ignore the coming shock.
Look not for the Good Shepherd, coming for His flock.
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.
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.
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.
White Water
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Mighty canyon river coursing through
Millions of years of life.
You are truly a highway through the
Rugged wilderness.
Your quiet stretches of tranquil water
Soothes my nerves and is tonic to my mind.
Your white water turbulence excites me
And offers me its cold spray challenge.
Aquatic life inside you offers
Boundless pleasure to my hand and palate.
Teeming life along your shores
Bring beauty to tired eyes.
Though I don’t see you often enough,
You’re never far from my mind.
Of all man’s known treasures,
You are cherished above all.
When I’m gone, you’ll still be there
For all to come and see.
This thought gives me pleasure.
Maybe you’ll find more friends like you and me.
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