one day, i will summit the mountain after i finish climbing this hill i will traverse the river valley where the waters run still one day, i will summit the mountain on a full sturgeon moon at Lamas and cast shadows in the high grass knowing i have fulfilled my promise one day, i will summit the mountain with a new perspective and a clear view when my life below the mountain has passed on the summit my life begins anew
oh sweet summer
i'm singing your tune
sunshine in the morning
thunderstorms in the afternoon
oh sweet summer
filled with wildflowers and hazy days
that send me wandering through the meadows
where the long horns graze
oh sweet summer
i know our days together are few
so let’s dance until we fall
as autumn prepares her debut
I'm coming up on
fifty-nine
and realized
I've lived through
other times,
the way back days,
as the grand-kids say.
Some might call 'em
the good old days.
Looking back, I see my
early life in black and white,
television shows in shades of grey,
and TV dinners in aluminum trays.
Walter Cronkite broadcast the news
of a war in the jungle; we were
destined to lose.
The Ed Sullivan show
was Mama's fave she even
let us stay up late to see the debut
of a British boy band with long
hair wearing black suits.
It takes a long life,
to reflect upon your
way-back-days.
I've been blessed.
I am grateful.
With every
sunrise
I'm still amazed!
