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Onward Goes the Road

Onward goes the road

And down it we must trod

And to where 'ere it may lead

Must be left to God

 

For tis not for us to know

Nor say in the winding ways

How fate shall come and go

Till the ending of all days.

 

A Walking Song

 

The rustling leaves upon the breeze

Speak softly now to me

 

And tell a tale that's full of Hope

And a longing to be free

 

And though my path down here on Earth

Is rife with trials and woe

 

There is a path before me Lain

And down it I must go

 

And down it I must go

 

 

I cannot see the trail ahead

It winds now to and fro

 

It's long now since I left my bed

And comfort back at home

 

Still onward now my journey lies

Not behind nor below

 

And to what end I cannot tell

Still onward I must go

 

Still onward I must go

Unnamed morning

Down the trail, coffee in hand

On an old man morning walk

 

Against all reason reciting rhyme

Resisting the urge to talk

 

Sip step sip step ‘oer the grassy way

My thoughts meandering to and fro

 

While the leaves in the breeze rustle at me

Moving forward as I must go

 

How long must I travel how far must I trod

Till my purpose rings clear to me

 

Or do I think too much of this thing

And  I should just allow myself to be

 

The birds sing a chorus in the canopy high

as no answers come to my mind

 

Still further I go hoping against hope

That all shall be revealed in due time

Brand new day

The horizon erupts in an amber pyre

As the moon looks over her shoulder

And the days grow shorter and heavy

More than just a few degrees colder

 

Good morning moods and attitudes

Give way to a brightening calm

An appreciation for the life aware

Enough to sit still for this long

 

The pyre soars, and rages high

The moon, she cannot turn away

And I cannot even hold it back

The dawn of this brand new day

The lament before Christmas

 

There was a great lament upon the emerald Hill

At the departure of The Velveteen Lady

 

The clouds rolled in with a somber mood

And it was foggy with just a touch of hazy

 

And tho the yuletide season drew

Ever nearer to it's closing bell

 

Without the light of her smile, you see

There would be no joy on the hill

 

The birds would not sing, nay

 No furtoes would run

 

             the clouds would cry a million tears

As they blocked out the Sun

 

But the gardener toiled, and labored away

As he hid amidst the wind and the rain

 

And he shaved off his beard, to spite his sad face

As he tried to deal with the pain

 

Day after day, he looked for her sleigh

In his heart, yes, he did yearn

 

As he mourned the darkness and counted the days

Until the Velveteen Lady's return

 

How great is the sorrow hung about the land

How cruel could the universe be

 

To bring such a lady's sweet touch to a land

And then rip them apart at the seams

 

Tori The critter tamer

In the southvale lands of acres forest

There lived a critter savior

Whose fiery locks and freckled skin

Were beauty's ultimate flavor

 

Her heart was pure and bent towards art

Brush and canvas were her sitter

But her living purpose, she was sure,

Was to rescue troubled critters

 

She kept close watch on mother's nests

While they went in search of food

And never treated the frogs as pests

Staying true to her inner good

 

But her time was short, in the southvale lands

The day came when she would depart

Though her mark had already been laid

She had touched the forests heart

 

Those of us who still remain

Would hope of her returning

Still wishing her the best luck

As she treads into her new journey