That black bird’s call;takes me to the lake I know.From way back, the Red wing goes,to the waters of old. That Red wing cries,from the Cattail waves.While the water laps,on the boat’s sides. Those lazy days,of sparkling joy.When the wind gently blew,and the spirit went away.
Sunshine through the window,lifts my heart when I’m low.It makes me smile. There’s a happiness that comes;and through my heart it runs,then sits a while.
The sea waves, washing empty shells clean. Laid in the sand, just where each should be. The being, gone from inside the shell, leaving colorful beauty behind. In life’s waves, we are born and we grow, only to die and be lain to rest. Our soul is gone, from this now worthless shell, leaving behindContinue reading “Empty Shells”
This world screams at you. “Your birth insults me, and I will break you. Feel time slip away, And your loves destroyed.” “I never stop. Relentless Time. Hounding your mind. Slaving to eat.” “Crushing you. Twisting you. Molding you.” “Until You Are.” “Dead” (Diminished Hexaverse) (Photograph of a swamp at Rend Lake in Southern Illinois)
The Lake;sparkling vastlike a river of crystalthrough a green golden dream. The air is warm,and the breeze is cool.The music plays,and the kids run. The birds;those lovely birdsour friends, singingsweet to the beatof Life. Zoom to the lake,perfectly warm, butcool enough.Dragonflies swoop,where the fish jump. It’s hard to stand;in the wake of the boats.Waves poundingContinue reading “The Lake”
Golden leaf alone,falling through days final light,to land among friends.
I love to hike. I have done it for beauty, exercise, for spiritual reasons, and for fun. There’s nothing like getting out in nature and letting go of what ails you. Southern Illinois has many great hiking trails that will suit your needs, no matter what you are seeking. If you want short trails,Continue reading “Hiking in Southern Illinois”
I sit on a hill overlooking an old strip cut lake, and I puke. I am sick at the sight of houses filling the ground of what used to be forest. I am sick at the thought of a wood torn down; to make way for men of means. I am sick of seeing acresContinue reading “Sub-Division”
God Takes Care of Us God has protected and taken care of me in so many ways in my life. I could write a book telling of all the things. Not only has He provided, but He has assured me of the promise of His provision. Often times, when I have encountered trouble in myContinue reading “God Takes Care of Us”
I was in the arctic.Those frozen forests of Alaska.North of Fairbanks,in the wild Yukon. It was night,and the moon shown,on the white, bright snow.Everything had a light, blue glow. It was cold,minus 60 degrees,and I prayed to God,for a sign to go. I needed a change.A new life, away.And a way to go. A wayContinue reading “Release”