Poetry Corner

Here lie random scribbles of verse.  Not a serious poem among them.

 

My Grandfather goes to milk the cows

 He walks steadily down to the barn,

            loosely swinging  his empty pail.

With wildflower chains crowning their curls,

            dancing children follow his trail.

Plaintive cries rising in chorus,

            hungry cats stand on each bale.

Lowing a greeting with soulful eyes,

            anxious cows wait by the rail.           

 

A father’s Love       

(A poem for my father, Joseph Schneider)

A Father’s Love is always there

To save a child, stumbling on the stair

To hug a young lady in graduate wear

To walk a bride to her husband’s care

To teach a grandson to love and share

To stand strong, life’s woes to bear

The gift of love, for him, not rare

Reflections on the Inner Child

I found my way once long ago,

down that secret inner path to meet myself,

my soul.

I learned of its true nature,

its human feebleness

midst great dreams.

Then treasuring that knowledge,

I went back to the world,

raised up a wall, closed a door

and hid the key so none would find the real me.

Facades, walls, crumble and changed,

raised again and memory grew dim,

till I could not say,

I knew the one who was hidden away.

Now can I find myself?

I know not where the path begins,

the way is dark.

I do not want to find the child has died

and only sad reality is true.

Yet can my fear have grounds?

For over me creeps with unexpected impishness,

a joy that is too strong to be a ghost.

Mortal Youth

Everyday I am a new person, a free soul

Yet I shudder to think what yesterday

might have been, could have done, to end it.

Wiser, perhaps, kinder, I hope.

Age brings blessings,

are they worth the price of our youth?

Feel alive and strong, yet sad

for this is a brief feeling.

Pray for your eyes to be as cameras,

your senses to record all fragile treasures

of the earth, so they may be more than their brief existence.