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The Farm

 

 

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While driving a back road the other day
came across an old farm in sad decay.
I pulled off to the side to view the site.
Wonder how this farm fell into this plight.

Searching I pictured sites; from long ago.
The farmhouse was blanketed by the snow.
Smoke curled from the chimney by night and day.
Kids ignored the cold while busy at play.

Looked once again and saw Spring drawing nigh.
As play was replaced by chores by and by.
All hands were required to work the farm.
With each generation; farm life lost charm.

With summer came work from daylight to dark
and seldom a chance for a play-day lark.
A dip in the creek; seemed a rare treasure.
Life on a farm left small time for pleasure.

With Fall’s arrival came new work to do.
There’s meat and tators; to mention a few.
Cords of dry wood to stack neatly in rows.
Then stock the larder and fill the silos.

Winter comes to offer a brief repose.
Dad works on the books and Mama she sews.
Kids all enjoy; what seems a holiday.
Climbing the hill to ride down on a sleigh.

Each passing year the desire has waned.
“Jobs are in town,” all the children explained.
Venturing off they all leave one by one,
parents pass on and the farm; it is done.

Farm life’s been replaced by sad memories,
I thought as I sat there beneath the trees.
A life style forgotten and left behind.
One trip pass that farm brought this all to mind.

c.d.m. 2010

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KATE’S LAW

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I had a dream like
Martin Luther King.
Where I lived in a
sovereign nation.

My children could play
in the streets each day,
without fear from an
alien gunman.

But the people slept
as base henchmen crept,
into office’s
meant for our leaders.

Blind sheep awaken
retake our nation,
cause right now we’re just
tax paying breeders.

It ought not to be
that our citizenry,
has little to do
for our protection.

That criminals walk
since the dead can’t talk,
and lawyers practice
racist deflection.

c.d.m.12/1/17

 

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Hell or High Waters

 

 

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Come hell or high waters
words easy to say
much harder to live by
I find more each day

I swear I’ll forget you
start over again
Come hell or high waters
you haunt me old friend.

By day I watch over
my thoughts cause I can
when dream time takes over
you put forth your hand.

This life I am living
seems empty and bare
I look for you each time
I go any where.

I want to forget you
deep down in my heart.
Come hell or high waters
we’re never apart.

c.d.m.11/6/17

 

 

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The Bucket

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When the bucket is empty
and the well has run dry
which way shall we all turn and
to Whom shall we then cry?

Denying the evidence
of the Creator’s hand
we’ve bartered and borrowed we
refuse to understand.

That every good thing must
some day come to an end
We can try to ignore it
as we try to pretend.

That this life will just go on
and that nothing will change
that there’s always tomorrow
and death we’ll shortchange.

Then life’s bucket is empty
and our well has run dry
if we call out to Jesus
He will always reply.

 

cdm 10/13/17

 

 

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A Gentle Voice

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If you would just once reach out
to touch me tenderly
the change of heart between us
would know no boundaries.

A womans heart will respond
much like a moth to light
it’s not in gifts and flowers
but love the flame ignites.

A whisper softly spoken
brings down the strongest wall
a females heart will open
like a spring parasol.

Much like a willow draping
across a peaceful lake
a gentle voice will reach her
and your wife’s love awake.

cheryl davis miller 9/26/17

 

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Silent Words

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Why is it you don’t think of me
while I so often think of you
You haunt my dreams and fill my days
with wishes, never yet come true.

I watch for you when I’m in town
while hoping to catch just a glance
to see your eyes and volumes speak
to you of whispers of romance.

I can’t forget the slightest touch
that we shared oh so long ago
excepting rules we never moved
as passions winds on us would blow.

I never spoke and nor did you
the moment seemed to slip away.
Yet still you’re there between my breasts
you haunt my dreams and fill my days.

 

c.d.m. 7/25/17

 

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Message Sent

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Oh babe I need to ask you
do you ever think of me?
Does it ever cross your mind
how great life could really be?

Just open up your heart, hear
all these words I send to you
defying space and time, cause
I have got to get them through.

They say that it’s all wrong and
perhaps I have lost my mind.
How can they understand how
two hearts can be entwined

I feel your ev’ry heartbeat
and each tear you shed I taste.
Feel hope rise up in your heart
before life lays hope to waste.

Out into the universe
I send you this pledge encased
in passion and devotion
for we are yet interlaced

I’m waiting for your response
as I have for oh so long
come home and let me love you
just come back where you belong.

I leave this light on for you
follow it and come back here
you’ll find all you have longed for
in my faithful arms my Dear.

c.d.m. 7/25/17

 

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