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A Tribute to Grandpa
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Partners
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I remember the stories
when Eli spoke of his past.
Tales by my grandpa,
thrilling spells he would cast.
Wolf pups chased in Kansas,
sod walls for a home.
Long trips through the prairie.
dark nights all alone.
Cowboys and six guns,
whisky serving their needs.
Next morning sunrise
exposing their deeds.
Indians, bobcats,
adventure I hear.
If only I’d been there,
.grandpa, me with no fear
Just once more together,
creating stories anew.
Me and my hero,
and the things we would do.
Memories of berries,
picked fresh while still sweet.
Short bread and biscuits,
fried fish when we eat.
But adventure must wait,
grandpa, mark your trail well.
Please watch for your partner,
with more stories to tell.

Peace and War

The house where Mama was born

Midwestern Countryside

Poetry by Skybrush

EVENING REVERIE

Gently head upon my shoulder place
Fair maiden of the breeze
Whilst fingers ease my troubled brow
All gray thoughts put to ease

Dream now with me of times not past
White horse with dapple breast

Two lovers race amongst the clouds
Pale blue sky, pause to rest
Speak now to me of passion pure
It doth match your beauty glow
Tis time I sing my song of love
>From my heart to yours doth flow

Remember now my heart request
When dew topped morn replace
Though I feel no more your soft caress
With my soul I see your face

ONE MORE TIME MAMA

I feel my tears coming again,
The one’s you pushed back yesterday.
The rehearsal’s almost over,
I never dreamed it would end this way.

How the hell can I see the sun?
With my eyes squeezed tight in fear.
Help me look for the hidden beauty,
Where dark wall clouds now appear.

Let me smell the future lilacs,
with outthe past bouquet’s dim fate.
And taste again springs first sweet berry,
Not with bitter frost relate.

Lull me with you hum once more,
Close my lips to my warped refrain.
Let your song, like a mighty river,
Bath me with sweet waters eternal reign.

Hold me close just one more time,
Close your arms, just rock awhile.
I can feel your beating heart,
As I near that misty isle.

Hum loud and soft the chorus,
Let old memories edify.
I’ll stand up straight and proud, mama,
I know that big boys never cry.

THE WAY MY WIND DOTH BLOW

You came to me in mist of gray,
But left me in bright glow.
Tis time my dear, for you to hear,
Which way my wind doth blow.

It moves along the flower lined path,
With butterflies it shares.
With calm resolve, my doubts dissolve,
In answer to my prayers.

In sun filled days of yesterday,
Wisping autumn leaves still fly,
I stand with pride, as spirits glide,
Across a full cerulean sky.

But when it speeds across my soul,
With fear and deposition,
Tis then you hear, I hold you near,
My shield to opposition.

You gird me with your cosmic truth,
The twisting storms doth part,
Tis a view of old, I now behold,
Embedded deep within my heart.

In the calmness when I rest again,
My thoughts again unroll,
Like a snow white dove,
and a thought of love,
My universe is whole.

IN LOVE WITH XENA

With humility she has captured my heart
Misconception abounds from the start

Charging cross screen she gracefully ran
Armed and dangerous like a man
You see, my “Xena” excells in martial art

So softly I’ll just tiptoe to her
In my best poetic voice, softly purr
Though the happenstance may be stark
We have now met here at mid mark

I’m enraptured with your manner, demur

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Dale "Skybrush" Hilliard

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