Friday, April 4, 2014
In front of a committee; speaking heartfelt
While the house threw him punches
And aimed below the belt.
He spoke for the people
because no one else would.
A stack full of patron's letters
should have shown the good.
'Defund Obamacare?' What a big waste of time!
Said the lead snake in Congress
hissing away with rhyme.
The Senator from Texas
then drew his mighty drawl
And said 'I will not leave this stand'
'I will speak until I can not speak at all!'
And for 21 hours and 19 minutes
the snakes slithered around his feet.
While a lion he became- the truth he did intreat.
For he knew what the snakes meant
about caring for the people
Was just a disguised tax reform
designed from pure Evil.
'You don't care about the people's health!
You'll just change the laws to your own content
that they pay for all this countries debt.
And lose all the wealth!--------------
They'll have to wait in lines
and pay more by the month.
Doctor's won't have time to see
The cancer or the lumps.
But that's OK, it won't matter a bit
to the snakes in Washington-
They'll take the money and then they'll laugh
A fraud played at the working man's expense.'
And for 21 hours and 19 minutes
The lion roared of defense
The Senator from Texas
Decided to build a fence.
way up in the blue.
Nothing grows much up there on the top
but it's steeper than heck and
covered in rocks.
It starts off easy;
then the hill starts to ascend.
One false move is all it would take
For that claim post to win.
And it sits on top
above the cliff on a sheer drop
cold wind blowing (always blowing)
Will it ever stop?
How bad do you want it?
The silent claim on the hill.
Maybe it's the gold. Maybe it's the thrill.
Maybe someone made you
That must have been lame.
How much did they pay you?
To play their silly game.
Claim post Silent Passage 72
Might make you a fortune
But what would you do?
If you make it to the top
(and the likelihood is that you certainly will not)
The wind will blow harder
and cold rub you raw
Silent Passage 72 might grant you
But what will it cost you
What must you face?
Monday, March 24, 2014
of the American foretold
exists a silent humiliation
our leaders have taken hold.
Patronizing the Patriot
who once held with iron and grit;
now fables of the fumbler
and the useful idiot.
A once sound Constitution;
A gold staff melted now and mixed
forming a play-dough
and they are happy because it fits.
The turning of an age
and the technology of the times
become excuses for the change
beloved tyranny of the mind.
Empires crumbled long ago
in this same declaration
but perhaps it is not too late
To change our destination.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
and all of the people were convinced she was happy and free.
The horse was alone in a 40 acre lot
with nothing much to accompany her;
just some chickens and ducks.
The man that had brought her here
scared her with his stick
how he had hit her in the face;
this she wouldn't forgive.
For she never got too close to people
after that day 2 years ago
she'd keep them all at a distance always
an eye on which way they would go.
But the lady knew this couldn't last because
Horse's toes were growing and two years
is a very long time to not see a farrier coming.
The lady didn't know there was a better way to be
though all of the folks in town were convinced
she was just ugly and mean.
But she loved her horse through all of her vices
And she gave her ducks a pond and
Horse would watch them try it.
She would shake her head at the thought
of the man she was with he had hit her too,
and this she would not forgive.
For she never got too close to people
even though they were always around
She never gave them too much credit
for they made her so unsound.
But her granddaughter knew this couldn't last
because she loved her grandma so
and two years is a very long time
to not let any love sow.
The granddaughter didn't know any better
when she went out to that horse.
She had brought her a shiny apple
struggling to push a good day forth.
For in her 10th year she had seen too much
of her mother's bad habits and
her father's nasty drugs.
It was only when she went to visit her
Grandmother that she was allowed any slack
where she could say hello to the horse
and splash water on ducks
. For she never got too close to people
(they were never around anyways)
She wandered outside to where that lonely horse could be found
And there, much to the surprise of all who were watching
is where the little girl pet the horse that hadn't been touched in two years.
And Grandmother saw through the window of her house and ran outside in a hurry.
The horse knew this wouldn't last
as she spooked backwards as if in trance.
And the farrier saw as he pulled up in his truck
A Grandmother holding her Granddaughter back
as the little horse sniffed and showed him her back.
but that girl stretched out and gave her a hug.
2 years was a very long time Indeed, without any love.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
and then she'd stir around
baking powder, salt and what not
before I'd cut the butter down
With child hands I squooshed it flat
then ma'd take out that plain old mug.
'Don't need much to makin' biscuits,
Just all the ingredients and love!'
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
It was towards the end of a summer day in Colorado at 11,000 feet. We had been there all summer staking mining claims in the La Plata Mountain range west of Durango. The sky was clear and I breathed in that sweet mountain air as I sat at base camp waiting for my dad to finish his line. I remember, the blue birds were chirping in the tall pines and the purple bell shaped columbine flowers were swaying in the cool breeze. It was a good day to be a claim staker.
The man that hired us was probably sitting in some suit somewhere in a building behind a computer. Here we were roughing it, out putting stakes in the ground so they could claim mineral rights and gamble their money. They would find some geological prospect on a map, tap their bony fingers and shout ‘aHA! I know there is gold there, I just know it!’ Then they would give my dad a call and off we would go- searching for someone else’s treasure.
They always called us crazy, too. My dad would take jobs that most people would never dream of. It was always in the worst time of year- the middle of a snow storm in January, or in 120 degree heat in the middle of July. Rain, storm, shine…it never seemed to matter to these suits. When they had the money and the inclination to get a job done, it was our responsibility to see it through. Well, not really me, just my dad.
This time though, on this particular day at 11,000 feet, it didn’t seem so bad. They had at least tapped their finger on a corner of the world with trees and flowers. Colorado was a beauty; a hard, rocky, unrelenting beauty, but a beauty nonetheless. The day before we had done a line up on the ridge above the timber line. I can still remember the view looking out over the vast expanse of land that stretched into Utah. We were on top of the sleeping Ute- what the Ute Indians called the silhouette of the La Plata range looking east from Cortez. And boy was it a view. Up there on those rocks I couldn’t help but feel like the tallest person in the world. We would spend all day huffing and puffing, jumping over boulders and tip toeing across shad scale rocks. The rocks would slip under my feet and I had to strategically hop on wayward grass patches to keep from sliding down the hill. I never knew how my dad did it- he was always like a bighorn sheep walking at those heights. He never slipped and he always knew the way.
Somehow amidst all the slipping and sliding and carrying all our gear and 2X2 posts we would finally reached the top. I would drop everything, sit down and have a drink of water. It’s these moments I remember best. Being stuck between a rock and a hard place was never as bad as it seemed up there, because at least we could feel that cold breeze on our sweaty skin and the air would be fresher than any suit could ever imagine. Well, I don’t envy them anyways. My dad would look over at me and just smile and I knew his soul was happy. There were no words for that beautiful sight.
Finally amidst my daydreaming, I saw my dad stumble out through the trees. I could tell he was successful with his line because there were no more posts on his back. He would wander over to me, sit down and open his canteen.
‘Rough line, Pops?’
‘You betcha.’ And the water would dribble into his beard and he would just smile.
I think those suits are probably crazier than we realize.
Monday, December 30, 2013
For Christmas this year I received a gun.
No fancy wrapping or bows to unspun
This one belonged to my uncle long gone.
Been sitting in the vault for 40 years some.
No one would take it, and to me it had come.
My uncle, he loved that gun-I could tell oh so much
By the clean steel barrel and carved wood struts.
What a beauty-It shined in the light.
I could see my reflection if I held it just right.
'Can take a cow elk at 400 yards!'
Is what my father said at Christmas
Through the other gifts and the cards
This one didn't compare in the least.
as I held it up and peered through the scope
'It'll group in a dime if you take the time!'
I put it down and ran my hand on it in wonder
How in the world did I inherit this plunder?
No one wanted this gun that belonged to my mother's brother.
He died on that mountain without saying goodbye the others.
It was an accident- the little boy had cried
He couldn't hold on and in seconds he died.
Slipped like a rain drop on the rocks way up high.
No one would question; who then could try?
Danny was 18 when he left his family
Had just graduated high school; he lived wild and free.
He took his gun everywhere, even way up on the rocks
He could see the world up there and take a steady shot.
But after that day someone hid it away
and no one had the guts to pull it out.
Everything they loved about that wild young boy
was in the gun that he loved.
It's 40 years since and it has now come to me.
It was a sad sad day the last that it had been used-
and Young Danny's gun will always carry proof
of how he loved and lived
In how he cleaned his gun
For in the reflection of that barrel
Is the bittersweet song he had sung.