Wednesday, November 27, 2013

The Guardians




In the glen beyond the hills
The sun shines bright
And dances on the grass where it will
There the birds and does have no cause of fright
The grass grows up soft and sweet
And sings happily in the present
The river flows merrily through, not missing a beat
Singing the future to the golden ears of wheat
The evergreens cast their shadows on the ground
And sing in the wind the ballad of the past

“The grass and flowers can no longer remember when
The river rushes through not stopping to see what has been
The wheat no longer knows who planted it there
The birds do not remember the day there song was broken and no longer care.
But we remember, for we see all that has past
And no memory of them but us still lasts.
They came, rumbling over the hills
With dreams in their hearts, and in their souls the will
They came and gazed across the glen
Caught in its magic alive and free then
We willingly gave of ourselves to warm them at night
And keep them safe from fright
They planted the golden ears dancing by the river bank
Running through the grasses their children grew to be strong, no longer lank
Joining to the birds their song of life
The meadow rang with joy, free of strife.
Ah, such happy times
But as we know, the good times do not always shine
And evil is a swift devour.
They came with fire over the hills
To destroy and plunder was there will
The grass was consumed by the fire
And the stocks were trampled in the mire
The birds and does ran in fear
And the rivers blue was no longer clear
Their screams where lost in the night
And in the morning not a soul remained in sight
The river flowed till it was clear again
And the birds returned to where they had been
The grass grow over what little was left
Hiding it forever from sight of the sky that wept
The wheat grew back
Along the bank
And have forgotten
They all have forgotten
But us the guardians of the past.”


Monday, April 23, 2012

Worth

How much am I worth?
Am I worth the price of someone's life?
Am I even worth the price of love?
Have I earned along the way the comforts of each day?
Am I worth someone else to be near and hold me close and call me dear?
Of what measure is my worth?
Is it for better or for worse?
How much worth do my parents place upon my character?
And of my friends where do I stand on their placement ladder?
Of how much worth to society do I hold?
Is it written in small letters or in bold?
Am I worth the time for someone to know?
Or am I worthless with nothing to show?
 How is worth defined?
Is it all the same or are there different kinds?
Is my worth measured by what the mass's say?
Or am I measured by following the rules of my countries way?
Am I measured by how smart I am?
Or tossed aside as a sham?
Who wrote the rules of worth and named its price?
Has anyone attained it in this life?
Is worth how much money I make?
Or would I be viewed as a fake?
Is it how much land I own?
Or fame that seeps into my skin and bones?
Must I do great things and win great honor?
Or do deeds that no one notices till I am a goner?
Must my name be written in every news?
Must I be a doctor a lawyer or a humbler work can I choose?
 Worth, Worthless
Who judges where we stand?
Or what we can't do or what we can?
Is there no one that can judge me justly?
Can I myself a justly judge be?
Is there no one? 
Who can do it rightly done?
But then I stopped writing and looked at the sky
And I know the answer of how worthy am I
 
 

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Rainbow




Rain,
Falling, falling
Running, running
Rain

It pitters on the roof top
It patters on the window
In little rivulets through the grass it flows
Dancing in the puddles, plip, plip, plop

Rain, mist
Hiding the world behind its curtain
Like a mother on her child laying claim
Rain, mist

It swirls outside our walls
Dances in the winds call
From heavens high hall
To earth it fall's

Rain, mist, sunlight
Peeking through the curtain
Spirits flighting to and fro in fun
Rain, mist, sunlight

Slowly the mist clear's
Blown away on the spirits laughter
Until the world is revealed newer and brighter
Glistening and clear

Rain, mist, sunlight, rainbow
Blessed with every colors glow
Made fromm the suns arrows
Rain, mist, sunlight, rainbow

Painted with Gods own hand
A loving promise from our father
Joined together by water
To spread His name across the land

Rain, mist, sunlight, rainbow
Death brought life
 From water came light
Cause at the end God gave us a rainbow

Thursday, September 15, 2011

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
 of the things unkown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and fat worms waiting on a down-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But the caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unkown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

By Maya Angelou

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Forgotten Language

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed
Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers...
How did it go?
How did it go?

By Shel Silverstein

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Be Near

Though the storms rage
Though I am trapped as if in a cage

I know that you are there
That you love me and that you care

Fear grips my heart
And the clouds burst apart

Still I know that you are there
And apart from you command to touch me nothing dare

Yet still at times the lightning strikes
And the hail punds down from the skies

But even though tears stream down my face
I know that you are in this place

Be not far from me
As I weep

But rather comfort me here
As tears of healing cover my fear

Be near, Father
Hold my hands so I know that I walk not alone






By Kalyn Hassoldt

Monday, May 30, 2011

Lest We Forget

They shall not grow old. As we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, And in the morning,
We will remember them.

By Unknown