'WINTER' 

                                                                    Through the woods and lashing rain

                                                                    Life's arrow speeds toward its aim

                                                                 The winter night growing ever dim

                                                                 Falls like a shroud upon the skin

                                                                            Clinging to the face---testing the strength 

                                                                            Eager to claim once more, our souls in death

                      WILD GEESE

    When the wild geese pass by

    Beating their great wings in the sky                                 

    They follow an instinct beyond the earth

    And as we stare at the skein in flight

    Our own hearts beat in unison at the sight

 

                  MOON SHOT  

On a night like this when the stars abound

A vehicle burst through the terrestrial  girth

                                          of mother earth----

And with an adieu it traveled on

Towards the glimmering aileron,

Till like a cell in celestial  flight

It gently pulled apart--

Revealing two where there was one

As both encircled the lunar sun

Then like a stone one dropped away

Towards the surface fast--

Easing its thrust, when near moon dust

To slowly land-------At last.

 

                                                                            MEADOW NYMPH

                                                   The morning dew caress the dawn

                                                    As fast you run the meadow wide

                                                And as you reach the open door

                                                Trembling----- like a gentle fawn

                                                You linger on the threshold side

                                        I beckon you to come to me

                                             For in you lies my every wish

                                                  The golden smile upon your face.

                                                But no you thrust away again 

                                                      Out through the open door you go

                                                      Across the hills o'r fields and dales

                                               To vanish in the morning sun

 

The next poem was written, after reading of an incident

during a war a few winters ago. It describes a bloody scene!  

 

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