culture

Waking


I hope I will always wake in tulip sunshine
among the fragrance of green grass
growing near flowing rivers
while breakfast sizzles in
cast iron skillets
with biscuits
on cobalt
blue
plates.
If this
goes away
in my memory
and leaves me for
another day in changed
places, I want to still wake
in tulip sunrise and still smell
the coffee brew to another time but let
not the reciting bobwhites forget to sound; so I will always remember.
copyright: CMM 2005

The Ass and the Stone


Carrying the load
a survival of time.
Well of endurance,
yours and mine.
Wanting the days
to be kind as we toil.
Walking across
our deserts’ soil.
Give us the strength
to load on our back.
Give us the guidance
and strength to pack.
Never forget we are not alone,
to help to carry, the ass and the stone.
©  CMM  2012