I have lived in the world of men Conspicuously constructed No trace of god Flowers in the field unnoticed Vultures circle Nature lost Yet a light A lifted soul Not rooted in concrete Nourished by jungle Energized by wind As sand slips through the hourglass Man's construct soon undone Mother Nature Our Nature We are one
Train a blazing down the tracks Passengers busy inside their heads Blinded to the world outside Burning, Burning
On the Fringe Sound of River Shadow of Mountains Scent of Pine On the Fringe Alone
Walking the dog among the old stones Thinking about each life Names of old....Hanna, Faith, Elmer, Jacob John Hamilton "Dad"...that says a lot Robertson "Native of Scotland" 1869 and newer arrivals..Robert Vietnam 1971 I talk to them Thank Stanley for his service in WWI Fighter pilot Joe in WWII Elmer a Doctor died 1868 Vulture overhead 146 years too late Fresh Flowers on old grave Someone remembers All breathed the air, felt the wind and the love and the pain I ponder my own mortality Like another who walked here in 1930 Did they have a dog? Are they here too?
Bought a cowboy hat today 54 years later It's a brown hat Not a black hat Not a white hat A brown hat I'm still like Roy Rogers But a brown hat Use to wear a white hat back in the Rodeo days Not a yearling anymore A brown hat A light brown hat
They returned today Hovering 16 neurons control 4 wings Hovering Scientists study them you know Brutally effective hunters Hovering Understanding their brains Helps decode ours Hovering
