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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

When tending your garden (a metaphor for life)

When tending to your garden
Don't forget to build a fence
To keep things out but also
to let things in.

Leave the gate open
for the wind to blow
Pull the weeds that bind
the Roses that grow.

When tending to your garden
See your fruits grow safe
In the sun of the morning
through the wind and rain.

Draw the rocks up close
to your concentrated rows
And keep a close eye
on letting Life grow.

When tending to your garden
Remember the taste of the fruit
And the love you put into it
There you'll see the Truth.

Friday, April 12, 2013

The Farmer ...etc...

The world was sick
So the Farmer thought
As he bought some seeds
With little money he brought.
They charged him more
than the bag was worth
He narrowed his eyes
Rubbed his hands on his shirt
He knew down inside
that his labor was true
and some great divinity
was bound to show through-
Through the seeds in the soil
If he prayed for the rain
That God's natural furrow
Would bring justice to pain.

The world is sick
He thought on some more
When he took his spare change
And left the grain store
And passed some children
walking on the street
with holes in their lips
And phones to their cheeks.

The world is so sick
Was all he was thinking
When he took all his change
and instead took to drinking.
He remembered his children
he remembered their strife.
Searching, always searching
For some better life.


Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Monday, April 1, 2013

A soft Nevada breeze

There's nothing like the smell of spring
In a soft Nevada breeze.
Young shoots of sage
With perfumed wings;
A cool necessity.

Ah, breathe in deep!
the sweet relief
from the desert's eternal toil.
A moment of green
is so serene;
water seeping in soil.

See, all we need
is a little rain
and a cloud swept
'cross the valley floor.
There's nothing like the smell of spring
Leaves me loving Nevada
more and more and more.