In Lament Of The Cowboy

A scant twenty years,
  grieved a century or more

Poetically perfect,
  in spirit and lore

A man and his horse, 
  out riding the range

The cattle his instruments,
   and music to play

Civil War veterans and blacks 
  from the South

Through dust and dark clouds, 
—snowy blizzards that mount

Together they battled,
  in concert they fought

Each unto himself,
  life’s harmony caught

The hardship and death,
   to him worth the price

Pushing always ahead,
  his past now contrite
  
The only thing telling, 
  to be left at the end

Was the legend he gave us,
  —and the message it sends

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

 

 

The Wings Of An Angel

 

God is a poet,
  his blessings in rhyme

Salvation unmetered,
  inspiration divine

His voice calls us inward,
  temptation now gone

Where the wings of an Angel,
  carry words into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

     Her Power Accused

 

Choking on her greatest asset,
  America is dying 
  from freedom abused

Twisting in the wind, a talonless eagle,
  her heart ripped open,
  —her power accused

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)