Blizzard’s Awesome Fury

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The blizzard arrives quickly in the mid-afternoon

Snowing and blowing in full force much too soon

Dangerous Arctic cold blasts across the land

Alerting all to keep warmth and safety at hand

Homes surrounded by constant, swirling snow

Creating snowdrifts as high as the windows go

Furnaces and boilers work overtime to provide heat

Keeping all inside warm from the cold is quite a feat

Small towns feel painfully isolated and totally alone

Waiting for supply trucks that can only stay home

Senior class girls feel heartbroken when they hear

Postponing the school’s Winter Formal that’s so dear

Narrow, empty highways fill with too much snow and ice

Waiting for snowplows that stand ready to roll the dice

Ranchers plowing deep and drifting snow with big tractors

Reaching their hungry cattle to feed is a life-saving factor

Teachers continue playing cards and games all night long

Knowing that tomorrow’s classes definitely won’t be on

The grocery store shelves grow empty and scarce of food

Praying the storm stops to change everyone’s gloomy mood

Children enjoy the time that is now full of fun and play

Cheering that school has been postponed for a few days

Friends and neighbors check closely on one another

Remembering old Ed who doesn’t want any to bother

The longer the blizzard rages will bring everyone much worry

Fretting about a loss of electricity that may come in a hurry

Finally, the storm slowly ceases its frigid, winter blast

Knowing that for most, let’s move forward now at last

The town and the ranches work tirelessly to dig out

Opening up roads to ease many worries and doubts

The old timers say this awesome storm is worse than ‘78

Knowing that all have survived the fury’s reckless fate

 

A Nation Mourns

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A deliberate drum cadence

Solemn . . .

Leading a mournful nation

 

Under sunny autumn skies

Horses . . .

Pulling an army caisson

There is a definite quietness

Prayful . . .

Adding to the moment’s stillness

 

A deliberate drum cadence

Solemn . . .

Leading a mournful nation

 

A moment in time standing still

Unforgettable  . . .

Viewing a flag-draped coffin

A horse follows behind

Riderless . . .

Reversing the boots in stirrups

 

A deliberate drum cadence

Solemn . . .

Leading a mournful nation

 

The military honor guard

Respectfully . . .

Walking ahead of the procession

Thousands line the wide, empty avenue

Faces . . .

Looking humbled and heartbroken

 

A deliberate drum cadence

Solemn . . .

Leading a mournful nation

 

Across the nation in a city

Awestruck . . .

Sitting with second grade classmates

A black and white television

Borrowed . . .

Broadcasting this emotional event

 

A deliberate drum cadence

Solemn . . .

Leading a mournful nation

 

A seven-year old boy sits quietly

Uncertain . . .

Struggling to understand

A nation’s innocence

Shattered . . .

Changing lives forever

 

A deliberate drum cadence

Solemn . . .

Leading a mournful nation

 

Memories will be engraved

Forever . . .

Remembering our fallen President

 

John Fitzgerald Kennedy

 

 

Forevermore

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Standing and lifting eyes upward

Asking for help

But, from where will it come?

 

Reading from a cherished Bible

Finding the words

Of a patient and gracious Lord

 

Humbling images of God’s plan

Creating the heavens

As well as the earth

 

Feeling the grace of God

Providing shade

At one’s right hand

 

Sleeping is never His wish

Watching over

His people at every moment

 

Praying to a compassionate Lord

Listening now

His words bring comfort

 

Protecting us at all times

Witnessing Him

Forevermore

The background for this poem comes from the Bible; see Psalm 121.

Time on the Road

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Aging a bit and hoping to keep my driving days alive

I cannot help it, but laugh at how my troubles thrive

 

Driving on a dark, blackened road with high beams on

No dimming headlights, because I was singing a song

 

Driving on an icy road, too slippery for my car to fly

The windshield wipers shout and say, “Dumb Guy!”

 

Driving a bit too fast through a school zone

Sorry officer, at least I wasn’t on my phone

 

Creeping on a crowded freeway, feeling more like mice

Listening to car horns blaring out loud, never very nice

 

Navigating through a minefield of treacherous potholes

Pulling over to find a tire flattened from a massive hole

 

Driving home at the end of a long day, without even a grin

Stuck in slow, crawling commuter traffic, please not again

 

Parking at last, stress-filled driving finished for today

Hoping travels go a whole lot better, on the next day

 

 

A Whisper

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Hearing a far, distant whisper

Delicately spoken

Soothing words

 

Speaking in a special voice

Familiar sounding

Decades ago

 

Whispering over and over again

Barely audible

Peacefully said

 

Taking one on a journey

Distant city

Tranquil feeling

 

Listening for the whisper again

Silence now

Returning when?

 

 

 

Frozen Morning

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An elderly woman sits at her kitchen table

Wanting to stay warm today, if she is able

 

An Arctic blast from up North has arrived

Challenging her to survive and stay alive

 

Inside of the window, frosted over with ice

Wishing for a heated room, would be nice

 

Her few needs are quite simple at this time

Praying the thermostat will begin its climb

 

Ancient, unreliable space heater offers very little heat

Realizing now, she needs a blanket to cover her feet

 

She lives all alone without any other family close by

Losing hope, her faith seems ready to quit and cry

 

Suddenly, there is a knock at her frozen door

Opening it to discover the Lord brings more

 

A stranger with a fuel truck has finally arrived

Smiling, the woman begins to feel more alive

 

He fills her empty fuel tank until it’s almost full

Checking her boiler, it is working without a lull

 

A sense of inadequacy overwhelms the woman to tears

Feeling desperate, her pocketbook is empty she fears

 

The helpful man simply ignores her worries and leaves

Telling her that a shepherd will take care of her needs

 

The woman sits stunned and can’t understand what to see

Looking down an isolated road that is as empty as can be

 

Who paid to fill her empty fuel tank?  She has no idea at all

Feeling a tender hug from above, her loving Lord pays a call

 

 

Guardian of the Range

 

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A tardy, spring snowstorm assaults the grassy range

It provides a local rancher with extra work and pain

 

A newborn calf has lost her way in the heavy snow

She needs to be found soon before the wind blows

 

A solitary cowboy proceeds into the storm on his horse

He prepares to track down the stray calf in due course

 

An oversized winter coat protects him from the bitter cold

He pulls down a worn, black hat and looks ready and bold

 

The horse stands majestic and obeys each command

He and the cowboy will tackle the work hand in hand

 

The courageous pair rides together into the nasty storm

Both will be tested to rescue the lonely calf before morn

 

The snowflakes thankfully hesitate for a moment or two

Now the cowboy follows the calf’s tracks, totally in view

 

The stout horse plows through the snow so white

The lost calf may soon be discovered in their sight

 

The frightened calf huddles near a sheltering Ponderosa pine

She appears weak, cold, exhausted, and running out of time

 

The cowboy gathers the bawling calf in his brawny arms

He places her on the front of his saddle, away from harm

 

The threesome struggle to reach a much warmer place

Everyone looks forward to warm nourishment to taste

 

They journey to the ranch as quickly as possible

The loss of a vigorous calf is no longer probable

 

The cowboy dismounts and allows the calf to sprint free

She hurries to her waiting mother who is pleased to see

 

Mother and daughter stand together, united at long last

The calf nurses and sucks nourishment amazingly fast

 

The trusty and faithful horse is now saddle free

He devours extra oats with tasty hay with glee

 

The range’s guardian has returned home safe and sound

He finds his anxious wife and son, who no longer frown

 

The family of three feel graciously loved and blessed

The faithful shepherd has returned from a stern test

 

 

 

 

Poet’s Last Wish

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Sitting alone at my trusty writing table once again

Wondering where the creative images have been

 

Touching the early morning peace and stillness

Writing with inspiring words, filled with richness

 

Crafting poetry, a pleasing journey to thrill

Seeking new ideas for a blank sheet to fill

 

Smiling as my loyal pen walks with haste

Hoping these words provide a rich taste

 

Dreaming of writing a poem that’s a big hit

Understanding that many will be left adrift

 

Pausing to think of outstanding poetry awards

Knowing that finishing may be my only reward

 

Finding more ambition from the morning light

Feeling my mind beginning to take long flight

 

Adding to a poem line by thoughtful line

Relishing the energy my words will find

 

Nearing the end of my writing journey, years from now

Looking back at my poetry, and taking a last, final bow

 

Realizing that long after I have left and been gone

Appreciating others reading my words, like a song

 

 

 

 

Hilltop Hiker

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Unforgiving winter weather abates with a sunny pause

Hiking on hills and trails will be today’s special cause

 

The hiker dresses warmly due to the windy, chilly air

Hoping that his stamina will endure without any cares

 

He looks prepared to attack a vigorous hour-long walk

Knowing later, his body could stumble on a way to balk

 

The wooded trails in their colorless winter hue

Appearing in a much different setting and view

 

A hasty, gray squirrel scurries among fallen logs

Searching for a yummy morsel to stash and hog

 

The shadows look friendly and different today

Walking these trails will seem more like play

 

The hiker’s pace remains steady and brisk

Feeling stronger, without bearing on a risk

 

More trekkers descend upon the challenging trails

Experiencing nature’s offering, not wanting to fail

 

The journey takes the hiker up the outer route

Seeing barren trees and fallen limbs all about

 

Nature provides a spiritual place for all to shine

Inspiring anyone who walks this wooded shrine

 

A youthful boy’s eyes search up a steep hill

Locating a solitary deer, brings a huge thrill

 

The pace of the hiker remains steady and true

Tackling the inner trail, he will soon be through

 

A previous homesite welcomes the hiker’s arrival

Imagining from years ago, a past family’s survival

 

The unaccompanied hiker finishes the trek again

Smiling, his robust body allows him to flash a grin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do You Ever Wonder?

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Receiving as a birthday gift a FitBit

Does it really get used or just sit?

 

Spending millions on ceaseless health care television ads

Why do rising drug prices make me feel like I’ve been had?

 

Eating at a restaurant that advertises a menu of “real good” food

Will someone explain the meaning of “good” to change my mood?

 

Hearing “Have a Holly, Jolly Christmas” again on the radio

Did I really see singer Burl Ives caroling out in the snow?

 

Watching commercials with animals who talk

When is enough really enough before I walk?

 

Viewing yet another rerun television show

Would anyone care if I played my banjo?

 

Finding tiny pill box in my small travel bag

Why does a missing pill want to play tag?

 

Seeing country music stars dressed up with extra glamorous glitz

Does anyone remember “Hee-Haw” and Roy Clark’s guitar blitz?

 

Reading a label on the side effects of my newest meds

How would I really know about being allergic instead?

 

Standing below the mistletoe on a freezing winter night

When was the last time anyone was kissed in its sight?

 

Resting quietly in corner of hodgepodge clutter’s garage

Why is new bicycle hiding behind junk’s camouflage?

                                                                   

Frustrating political ads, insulting my common sense

Honestly, do I need to feel that dimwitted and dense?

 

Assembling an “easy to build” children’s playground

Do the leftover parts mean that my work is sound?