Poetry

Once there was a young man who had dreamt that he could fly, then he left for his horizon where the earth would meet the sky.

Lord let me die a hero on the battlefield today, where I’ll await the Valkarie to carry me away.

Today we live within a land of excess and abuse, And yet when something goes awry we look for some excuse.

Tonight I felt inspired so I went and grabbed a pen Then I sat down by the fire with the hope to write again.

Bedecked in battle dress they stood each nobleman and pawn, Awaiting orders from the king upon the palace lawn.

I still recall how long ago upon a Christmas Day, Santa left a set of trains he’d brought me in his sleigh.

Beyond the gates and down the path beneath life’s fallen sky, Among the flowers and marble stone I sit and wonder why.

Far off in the southern night illuminating heaven’s light, They stand together man and horse bound forever joined in force…guarding worlds unknown.

I watch the geese fly south beneath the autumn sky a phone call said you left today, I wish that I could fly off with them…l’d fly away.

Last night as I sat in my room and watched the street below, I gazed out past the city lights and all the falling snow.

When I was young I viewed the world in terms of black or white, and in every situation I distinguished wrong from right.

One day when I was just a boy those winds began to blow, from where they came or where they went are things I did not know.

Once upon a time there was a damsel seeking love, who waited for her white knight in her castle high above.

As history records the story fanning all the flames of glory, Sherman marched his army to the sea.