Poetry ~ The Summit

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
This poem is dedicated to my brother. Todd, who left this world too soon. I will see you on the mountain, Bubba

	

Poetry ~ Sweet Summer

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

Poetry ~ The Way Back Days

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!