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Our Future


A

Poems Collection





by


Charles Elford




Our Future

Copyright © 2009 by Charles Elford

All Rights Reserved


Smashwords Edition 1.1 November 2009



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OUR FUTURE


Have you ever on a starry night,

Gazed deep and high into the sky,


Stirred yourself and felt you might

Dare yourself to dream to try,


To fling yourself into those heights

On weightless wings, to stars to fly


To feel no burden in serene flight

To feel a calm which cannot die?


It is natural for Space to yearn,

For distant lights and globes to long

For souls desire and passions burn

To know those vast and countless throngs


On hopes we may someday discern

Another’s sweet and joyous songs


And grow ourselves enough to earn

Those endless realms where we belong.


END




FOUR SEASONS OF A FOREST



FOREST SPRING


In the deepness

Of the Forest

Midst the winter’s

Final chorus


And the sighs

Of waning fury

Comes a gentle

Waking flurry


Fog swirls ‘tween

The tall fir trees,

Needles rustle

In the breeze


Waves of damp air

Fog’s cool breath

Infuse new Life

All through the Depth


Winter’s past

But can’t decide

Another storm

And then subsides


Buds push out

To turn to flowers

Sun comes through

Then gentle showers


Scratch of squirrels

In search of food,

Crunch of leaves

Throughout the Wood



Cries of birds

In search of mates

With a Rush

The Forest awakes.


END


Forest Summer


The Spring rains are over

And now all around

Summer’s dry hills

Are dusty and brown


Dried pods and flowers

Crops from the Spring

Waiting for next rains
new life to bring,


Now faded and brittle

Covering the ground

Calm and enduring

Life swings around


Little things scurry

Anxious with haste

Gathering their fill up

No time to waste

Knowing their season

Ends with first cold

Knowing they must find

All they can hold


Chattering playfully

While hiding their keep

Preparing themselves

For their long Winter’s sleep


Dust drifting dreamily

Through the hot air

All of life seemingly

Calm with no care


But stifling calmness

Belies the dead Still

As the Forest prepares

For Fall’s inrushing chill.


END


Forest Fall


Now the days shorten,

A light chill’s in the air.

Something is warning

All Life to beware.


Throngs of birds chattering,

Hawk screeching on high

Sounds piercing anxiously

Through deep blue sky.


Down below animals

Race through the trees,

Desperately foraging,

Last bits to seize,


Sallying warily forth

From their nests,

Grabbing their last fills

Before their long rests.


Patches of cold fog

Steal through the trees,

Blustery winds break

Dry limbs in the breeze.


‘Tween dry heat and damp cold

The skirmishes rage,

To win their dominion

O’er Fall’s flighty days.


The year has been good,

The growth healthy and long,

A good harvest made animals

Plenty and strong.


As they turn to their nests,

For sleep winter will bring,

All Life bid their farewells

To meet newly in Spring.


END



Forest Winter


A thundering icy

Front blowing forth

The frigid dry air,

Invades from the North,


Smashing through trees and brush

To test what will fail

Crashing all weak branches

Down in the gale.


Then wind retreats and pulls

Back whence it came

Drawing the foggy dark

Clouds and the rain.


Into the forest

They creep quiet and still

Clasping all Life with

Their coating of chill,


Till wet with the damp

And stiff with the cold

The forest is clenched

In a tight icy hold.


And the arctic night breath

Returns more to blow

Changing the rain and the

Fog to thick snow.


The forest turns quiet and

Soft and dead still

While the snow gently blankets

Trees, valleys and hills,


Erasing the forms and the

Holes as it deepens

Making all sleeping things

Equal and even.



Then the storm fades

To blue sky and bright light

O’er a thick soft cover

Of dazzling white.


The forest will rest

Under fleecy robe deep

Till the warm breath of Spring

Stirs her up from her sleep.



END




Fog Flight


This morn’ I feel

A chilling damp

A fog swept high

From distant shore


Encircling round

Each roof and lamp

Invading, piercing

Life’s inner core


Though shivery cold

It wakes the senses

Clears the thoughts

Removes defenses


Lets the mind

Float through skies blue,

Restore the Kind,

And see the True


As though the load

Of earthly weight

No longer binds

Nor can dictate


The mind’s free float

From earth unfazed

The Soul’s glad flight

Through joyous days.


END




ON THE BUTTING OF A RAM


My Child, with Sorrow I did hear

Of that which spoiled thy mirth and cheer


How thou canst scarce sit, move, or stand

Since an unkind meeting with a Ram,


Who calmly in his stall did lie,

But watched until thou turned thy eye,


And quickly to his feet did jump

And bashed his head against thy Rump.


To save thyself and prevent that

Thou shouldst procure thyself a bat


And if young Ram this once more tries,

Then whack him good between the eyes.


END



DESERT SONG


Furious winds ‘gainst slumbering stone

Over the eons molding

Shaping sculptured towers tall

Or canyons deep with painted walls

A unique creation unfolding


Home to the eagle and buffalo

To coyotes howling nightly

Barbed cactus blooming

And setting sun looming

O’er desert rocks so brightly


Gods of the Earth and Fathers of Men

who created here for so long

Such inspiring scenes,

Come to listen and dream

When the desert lands burst into song.


END



Promise in the Wind


The wind which whispers through the hills,

Breathing new breath into all Life

Calms the Spirit and soothes all ills.


The wind which roars through canyons deep,

Bringing the power to mold the Earth

Cries to all Men to awake from sleep.


The wind which soars to Heaven’s door,

And brings back peace to yearning hearts

says, “Freedom comes, the fast is o’er”.


The Souls of men who long for mirth,

Who strive for wisdom, truth and laughter,

May cross this time into reborn Earth,

And live free Beings forever after.



END






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