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Under Texas Skies
Under Texas skies when I grew up with Blanche DuBois at home It was TV moms I talked about on a sky blue princess phone. A simpler time or so it seemed for everyone but me So I lived on the horizon Just as far as I could see. Under Texas skies I wandered south Escaping from a past that I thought then unique to me. Ha! I learned the truth real fast. So many others just like me who need some consolation and whatever else might come along to ease a heart that’s achin.’ I found that when you forge a trail and don’t know where you’re goin’ You end up lost, or even worse You lose those parts worth knowin’. Sometimes you need to start again Nobody’s gonna care. Take comfort knowin’ Texas skies Ain’t goin’ anywhere. This poem was submitted to the Texas Mountain Trail Writers as a monthly writing assignment. |
Memorial Day
Pray for the soldiers who died on this day
and the day before that and the day before that. Pray for the mothers who cried on this day and the day before that and the day before that. Pray for their fathers, their sisters, their brothers, Pray for their cousins, their friends, their lovers. Pray for the innocents caught in between the bullets and bombs interrupting their dreams. The living, heartbroken, wondering why History book heroes send others to die... Pray for those soldiers of peace who abide by the knowledge that far, far too many have died. Pray that TODAY is the day that war ends. Let today be the day that love finally wins ... For the soldiers and the others, remember this day and the day after that and the day after that. |