SPRING TRAGEDY

In the beautiful spring,tragedy came.
It came from the north and told not it's name.

Like a tornado that had lost it's way,
It was surely going to make someone pay.

On the nineteenth of April of ninety-five,
Most were thankful just to be alive.
It did not respect either young or old,
From the TV reports, that was all we were told.

As the explosion came, there were many that fled.
The ones that didn't, mostly were dead.


Of the many that were mired in twisted debris,
They called out in hope and prayed to be free.

As the sun goes down on this second
day,
I feel so helpless, all I can do is
pray.

All I can say about this cowardly act,
Is, the ones that are responsible must surely know we will
all fight back.

The first brave souls of this war to hold the line,
Can rest at ease, saying,"Victory Will Be Mine".

O.W.(Smokey)Cleveland

(c )1995





CLOSURE

It has been two years since the Murrah building
was blown down.
People talk quietly now, there is hardly a sound.

I searched for ways to put all of this behind.
The passage of time is the only thing that is the
least bit kind.

There was no reason for the innocent to die.
All I could do was to pray and ask why.

As they searched for the victims of that horrible blast,
For each one that they found, they were aghast.

As they counted the dead, there was one hundred and
sixty-eight.
The person responsible for these gruesome deeds had
just sealed his fate.

There has been no closure since that fateful day.
Our judicial system is showing us the way.

The guilty verdict for most people was just fine.
Now, the death toll is about to reach one hundred and
sixty-nine.

For all of the sorrow, pain and strife,
A ray of hope was left standing and they are calling it
the tree of life.

It is a symbol for all to dispel their pain.
Only now will the grief start to wane.


O.W.(Smokey)Cleveland
(C)1998



DAYDREAMS

At times even in the middle of the day,
My thoughts wander and in a dream, I slip away.

I am carried back to a time or a memory in my past.
For some, secretly I wish, forever, they could last.

A wonderful sensation the dream does impart.
Like the time Cupid shot his arrow into my heart.

It was a carefree time with the whole world to gain.
A time of warm air, loving and soft summer rain.

The dream does take me to another place in time.
In doing so, my body becomes sublime.

Then the dream brings me back to the place where it began.
Left to ponder when in a daytime dream, I will be taken
away, again.


O.W.(Smokey)Cleveland
(C)1997



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