On Highway Two
The prairie dogs are out
And running about,
Enjoying the morning sun;
Each one by his mound,
A real prairie dog town,
Having his breakfast, one by one.
The geese flying by,
So high in the sky,
Silhouetted against heavens of blue;
On their way headed south,
Their wild cries in their mouth,
Hundreds and hundreds; not just a few.
The mountains so high,
Arms reaching for the sky,
Their tops ail covered with snow;
Like a white blanket so warm,
All wrapped in the arms,
Of the wild wind as it does blow.
All of this fills our eyes
‘Neath Colorado skies,
As northward to Greeley we go;
To gather the blades we must,
Tho’ they’re all covered with dust,
To fill the need in our soul.
A Poet’s Dream
Dear Editor, I thought I’d write
And tell you of my dream one night,
In which I labored very hard
To be a more religious bard.
Assisting in this enterprise
Where angels come down from the skies,
Who tutored me in things divine,
And soon that wond’rous gift was mine—
To write about celestial stuff
Instead of silly, rhyming fluff.
I hope this dream will serve me well
When I take pen in hand and tell
Of golden streets and pearly gates
Or any theme that dominates
The works of those who versify
About that glorious by-and-by.
You Are Special
You are special to me
everyday of the year.
You show me that you love
and care about me.
I learn a whole lot of things from you.
I thank you for the things
that you have done for me.
I am thankful that you
are a part of my life.
Having you in my life,
helps me to get through life situations.
Your encouraging words, prayers,
and advice help me to see that
I can make it in life.
You mean so much to me.
You are special in your own way.
There should be more people
in the world like you,
that love and care about people.