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Poetry

Blazing Trails

(For Dusty)

As you struggle through life and forge ahead
There will be resistance a-plenty
And don't be surprised at the rainbow's end
If that 'pot of gold' turns up empty

Though it's all uphill with the wind in your face
No matter how far you may roam
It will be downhill and the wind at your back
Whenever your thoughts bring you home


The Autograph Book

(For Auburn)

As you grow up to be a lady
And begin to face the world
Know that, in my eyes
You are Daddy's little girl
And if on some occasion
This old world seems to treat you bad,
You can always turn to
My little girl's dad.

And even after I've become
A simple name upon some stone
Turn your weary thoughts to me
And know you're not alone
For I will be there with you
In your heart you'll feel my touch,
Take happy reassurance knowing
I love my little girl so much.

And when your time is near
To pass through those pearly gates
Remember that a father's love
Survives time, calendars and dates
Lightly step across the threshold
Into that perfect world
And I shall be there waiting
For Daddy's little girl


When Would I Go


You've travelled the world
And you ought to know,
You say I should leave here
But when would I go?

Would I leave in springtime
When the crocuses flower,
Cranes wheel overhead,
Wild geese call by the hour?

Perhaps in summer
When the hills are alive.
Doe and fawn raid the garden;
Golden eagles rule the sky.

Maybe in autumn
When copper leaves fall;
Coyote's guard hair grow long;
Bull elk bugles his call.

Or when winter runs wild,
Frozen bit in his teeth.
It's time to fire the yule log
And hang up the wreath.

Now I've packed my grip,
One last look round the room.
A glance through the window:
There's a crocus in bloom.

You've travelled the world
And you ought to know,
You say I should leave here
But when would I go?


A Cowboy Led the Donkey


Them fellows who wrote the Bible
May frown on a cowboy's ways
But let me explain a little known fact
I've traced our roots back to those days

Though a donkey has long ears
And he is a trifle small of frame,
Far from a modern saddle' horse,
He's a beast of burden all the same

The donkey carried Mary,
The Virgin heavy with her child
Joseph had to break that burro
To lead so gentle and so mild

A city dude wouldn't lead a mule,
An' he'd let a lady walk.
Joseph took it all in stride
And that donkey didn't balk.

At the long journey's end,
The Lady and the donkey needed rest
Though the accommodations were in a stable,
Joseph had done his level best.

The weary Lady and beast were cared for,
You can bet, to that Joseph saw.
And, later on that night,
Jesus was born there in the straw.

So Joseph was a cowboy
Way back there at the start,
He didn't wear chaps or ridin' boots,
But he had a cowboy's heart.


The Christmas Presence

We all know the story well
The Christ child, the Miracle
Angels sing, minstrels relate
Still today we celebrate
How Jesus the Savior, boy and man
Spread hope and peace throughout the land
Muhammad followed in his wake
Teaching the Truth for mankind's sake
Enlightened ones forever hence
The very first Christmas Presence

Prepare the feast and trim the tree
Echo the halls with gaiety
Bring gold and myrrh and frankincense
Open the Christmas Presence

Bless the jolly Santa Claus
Champion of the season's cause
For happiness and love Divine
Share the Spirit of Christmas time
And may our tired world rejoice
To hear the Sons' united voice
Truth and Light and common sense
Feel and know the Christmas Presence

Prepare the feast and trim the tree
Echo the halls with gaiety
Bring gold and myrrh and frankincense
Open the Christmas Presence

Let kindness mend the fabric torn
In the name of sons long ago born
The message rings oh so clear
Wondrous is this time of year
Peace of mind and warmth of soul
Welcome the Love that makes us whole
And let the happy season commence
Hold in your heart Christmas Presence

Prepare the feast and trim the tree
Echo the halls with gaiety
Bring gold and myrrh and frankincense
Open the Christmas Presence
Be open to the Christmas Presence


Winging Minstrels

I search the skies for that first throng
To herald the Wintersmith's duty done
They honk and call their ancient song
“Another change of season's come”

So it has been since time untold.
And still I marvel as they wing
Do wild geese trail the shrinking cold
Or is it they who fetch the spring


The Last Adventure

Five hundred years ago
An outcast beggar came
Through the streets of Barcelona
To implore the King of Spain

His hair was long and white and wispy
His stride slow and bent
Los niños taunted insults
As, along the cobblestones he went

The years had sculpt their passing
And time had marked its turn
He had the far gaze of a sailor
And how those faded eyes did burn

With raised chin and squared posture
Through the royal portal he passed
Ferdinand must honour this petition
For it would surely be the last

El guardia roughly seized the cadger
And were surprised by his strength
As he was wrestled to the ground
The ancient bellowed out at length

“Scatter you meek peasants
The Queen has fled the hive
Por Dios! I should have audience
If fair Isabella were alive”

King Ferdinand in the courtyard
Heard the angry shout
He reached the palace gate
Before guards threw the beggar out

The voice of the mariner
Caused the sovereign concern
He ordered the guards release him
And bade the sailor speak his turn

The seaman begged, not for himself
But for his sons he plead
That they may live in honour
Long after he was dead

For well he'd served the country
Proven time and time again
This wretched soul had oft risked life
For the King and Queen of Spain

The King feigned compassion
And bade the sailor wait
While he called for a trifle
Then led the old man to the gate

Royalty soon forgot the moment
The old mariner passed away
In a tomb near Valladolid
At eternal rest he lay

A few historians may note
The monarch on that throne
Who meted out a pittance
And sent the weary beggar home

May all the world remember
The old sailor and the shame
Admiral of the Ocean Sea...
Christopher Columbus was his name