Walking by the Glimmerglass shore.....

Summer thoughts on a Summers day in Cooperstown

Summer's warm breezes filled the air,

As I wondered near the waters edge;

The sky in muted summer colors,

Called my name so I stopped to stare.

An ancient sound seemed to echo forth,

From generations who lived before;

Of marching men who took to boats

Docked and waiting by this shore.

To hear the birds as they float in air,

And watch the sun set on its way;

I think of my place set in time,

And wonder if here I should stay.

But life is but a fickle friend,

Who we cannot trust to tell us more;

We must cross the water in the end,

To make it to the other shore.

The all important BEE!

The Bee

The bee, with all its work,

Finds time to smell the flowers.

Extracting all it needs for life,

As it visits each blossom,

hour after hour.

The stately hollyhock its friend,

With rich hues of pink and white;

Attracting all the little bees,

Until the fall of night.

I wonder, does their work produce,

A feeling of bee satisfaction?

Does it give the bee its life's fulfillment,

Drawn from hours of buzzing action?

Is the honey that it produces

From its life's work its reward?

Or is it just a little gift,

Left for us

By the workings of the Lord?

The walls of mankind.....

Walls

Beyond the eyes lies the wall of man, 

His heart safe and warm, beyond other ken. 

Hidden at length to prevent any pain, 

Any sorrow or trouble, in life’s time of rain.

I wonder in passing if compassion is real, 

For those people with walls, who swear that they feel, 

When helping others with acts of kindness, 

Hoping to show their open mindedness.

These people are truly fools; 

For their kindness is shown by only their rules.

The vitality of life is a flickering candle,

 Put behind our walls so that we can handle, 

Any situation or person that feelings alert 

Our mind to the fact that our heart might get hurt.

The cruel hard fact is...

Too soon life is gone, 

And whatever we have to give 

Has been ours all along.

The embodiment of all that we wish we could tell others 

Is hidden beneath our walls and warm covers. 

In moments of loneliness we wish we could say, 

All the feelings and thoughts we once put away.

Our walls are things 

We start in our youth,

When we fail to come to terms 

With God’s honest truth.

TIME.......an enemy of all!

Time

Time is so perilous …

To the old and sickly,

To the youth whose dreams soon die,

To the soldier who can never return to his former being,

To the lonely who can never climb out of their thoughts,

To the petals of a flower that must fall,

To history that will never be remembered,

To hopes that are dashed,

To love that grows cold,

To us all as we return to dust!