Morning Sky

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Morning Sky

I asked myself
how many colors are there
in the morning sky ?
far too many for me to count,
And then I wondered how
a silver crescent moon can look so perfect
And why does that one star always
keep the moon company?
Is the moon lonely?
Why is the night blue the most beautiful blue I have ever known
as I have known lots of blues,
And then I thought how does the
sun paint a salmon canvas
before it even arrives ?
Some questions don’t really need answers,
they just need to be experienced
and to be loved…


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August will sing her song
and the sun and the wind
will come along,
some rain will

I will rescue my shades
from the dash and leave the windows
cracked just a bit,
lace up my hiking boots
and head for the lake,
some leaves will

On the west side
the sun and I will sit and set
as the shadows slowly take the east bluffs,
some stars will

I will love August like my own
as I do the rain and the leaves and the stars,
September never waits or hesitates
For soon it will be



I Would


I Would

If I could hold you
I would,
But like the wind
You slip through my hands,
If I could turn back the clock
I would,
But like a hour glass
I can’t stop the sands,
If I could keep you warm
I would,
And like the song, give
You shelter from the storm,
If I could find the peace you need
I would,
I would search all the earth and ask
The heavens above,
But all I have are words
All I have is
I would give to you all I have
I would…



The Fourth of July

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The Fourth of July

Did you see the fireworks?
No…? Neither did I…
But lots of lights and colors
Filled the evening

I sometimes wonder if I will ever see them again,

The purple and gold ones
Were my favorite, cascading in the shape of an umbrella,
It seems like a long time ago now,
I should really know how
To let it all go
I reckon so,

Like smoke from a candle
Like morning fog on the first tee,
To neon lights at bar time,
To empty windows that stare
Back at me,

Let it all go,

Still it’s the whispers in the dark
I will miss the most,
Gone quietly from here
As if they were ghosts,

Still somewhere there are fireworks
That lights the evening sky,
Lovers somewhere are entangled
in passion filled sighs,

Whispers do not hold their desires
As ghosts do not haunt their souls
A freedom worth fighting for,

The fireworks may come again
Purple and golds cascading in the mid summer’s
evening sky…


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The Merrimac Ferry

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The Merrimac Ferry

Time is on my side
Or at least it is today,
So that’s why I’m here
While I try to find my way,

I have a country song on my mind,
As I shut the engine down,
The ice cream shop is to my left
Here on the edge of town,

The ferry has a name
But right now I don’t remember,
And they will put her to bed
When the snow flies in early November,

Those are not my concerns today
Not here in early summer,
I sometimes think summer is like the ferry
They both come and go,
And in between we wait,

Here she comes now, steady as she goes
Like a draw bridge the gates come open,
Where once they were closed,
I start the engine and wait my turn,

“ Cause you and Tequila make me crazy
Run like poison in my blood
One more night could kill me, baby
One is one too many, one more is never enough” kc

Some days I just wish the ride
Was a little longer…


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My America

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My America…

I would like to share my America with you
One tree at a time, one flower and then two,
And then thousands growing free in the meadows,
Highways and downtowns
In the afternoon shadows,
Shopping carts
And open hearts,
The wind on the bluffs
And the lakes below
And snow,
Mailboxes and waterfalls and baseball,
With diamonds made of sand
That share more dreams than realities,
In the faces of tomorrow,
This is my America,
One tree at a time,
Corn growing in straight lines
Mountains and canyons
And eagles flying free
Where ever I go, you come with me,
Planes and trains
And the rusted out automobiles,
Smiles from beautiful strangers
On busy streets
No surrender
No retreat,
On the strip, the neon lights shine bright
Welcoming eventful nights,
And there are some stars
Living up on the hill,
This is my America
Born on the Fourth of July
And kept in my back pocket
Sunrise to sunset, under my blue skies,
On lease, never owned
But I’m giving it to you
One tree, one flower then two,
Come share my America…


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Under the Milky Way Tonight

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Under the Milky Way Tonight…

My world has gotten a little strange,
Turned around
(Sounds like a song)
Midnights come and go
With little notice,
As sunsets fair
No better,
Time takes a little of me each day
Until it will be my time to pray,
Even though no one
Is listening

I don’t see my reflection in your eyes
Not anymore,
You have vanished,
As if you were a ghost
Still you haunt my soul
On cold days,

Memories fade as I go numb,
Not knowing which one will go next,
Will it be your smile from across the room ?
Or the sound of you breathing
While next to me ?

Stars hold their own
Until they can’t,
Falling in a clear summer sky
In June,
If I had one wish
Maybe I would just give it
To you…


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