cranes

 

time for bed

time for bed,

though millions of thoughts remain in my head,

a journey through a restless mind,

the journey truly one of a kind.

 

a masterpiecee

paint splashed on the canvas,

the need to express overwhelms,

visions collide,

the mind steps away,

happy and satisfied.

 

a thought about our world today

the world crazy,

time never a friend,

get yourself right,

because any moment, 

 the whole thing could end.

Memorial

remembering loved ones . . . . .

 

mountain top

 

faces seen in the mountain top,

five or six,

soldiers, natives,

even presidents,

sleeping in the granite,

and limestone.

 

 

Souls

in this time of war,

souls continuously leaving their bodies behind,

some on to the afterlife,

while others sit awaiting judgement,

as to where they are to go.

 

the Dismal

 

Dreams

c

dreams,

faces and fantasies from the past,

work to confuse me,

unsure of the people and women who were part of my life,

or maybe just entities within my head.

 

Sandhills Seen

 

Sandhills seen,

in the mind,

and in reality,

neither view,

true and complete.

stairs in the park

stairs in the park,

covered by trees,

hidden,

a magical place found,

where dreams created,

and special thoughts seem real,

only moments away from traffic,

and the middle of the city.

 

The Return

cranes   re-appear

so does my happiness,

my heart singing to their calls,

in the early morning light.

 

The Past

giant animals of the past,

wander endlessly,

in search of water,

they shall never drink,

for they are only spirits,

unable to consume,

the water they seek.

 

Pond with a Cloudy Sky

 

the past

the past on the paper,

bones and fossilized thoughts,

chaos,

the life lived,

misunderstood by the survivors.

               
 

The Soddy

The Soddy
Douglas Polk

the soddy on the calving place,
a favorite place to be,
walls made of sod,
three foot deep,
warm and cozy,
when back from checking for calves,
on a long winter night,
no phone or television,
the internet did not exist,
a propane stove in the center of the room,
the only heat we would need,
coffee and cards,
and mice in the walls,
the place now only in my dreams,
a happy memory,
as the card game on the computer stares back at me,
a clock on the screen telling me,
thirty five minutes until the next ride needs to be made.

 

Sunset in the Sandhills

 

Horseback

Horseback
Doug Polk

The rhythm of the horses hooves,
calms the soul,
helps collect the thoughts,
seeing the cattle grazing up ahead,
the sun shines down warming neck and hands,
as the cattle gently gathered and started on their way,
on this glorious God given day,
horseback in the sand hills,
Heaven on earth.

 

Walk in the Rock Garden at the Park