Category Archives: Reflections

Oh, my Texas, rich and lush,My Texas home, rich and lush,Of the Sabine, the Rio, and Frio,Bluebonnets, oaks and sage brush. Of sandy shores and pump jacks,Music of the country kind,Home of my Texas family,Shiners and hill country wine. Of deserts, sand, and rattlers,Rabbits and prairie dogs too,Of deer, cattle, and horses,Of cowboys yelling, wahoo!Continue reading “Of the Heart”

The ocean offered herself in a warmthof waves, rushing over my salty skin while I layresting, as a breeze gently whispers to me.A clap of her hands and the insistent clangof a buoy rouse me from my slumberas if to remind me she is here, undera silver shine of sun and glistening sand.She invites meContinue reading “Late Afternoon by the Sea”

Waves of light flow in a row,Over the sandy shore,Soon they gather to embrace,To flow in light the more. The wind whispers in my ear,As the sea shines circles of blue,I watch clouds ride the wind,Like pelicans and seagulls do. Looking back at my life as a whole,There is time to improve my story,Where betterContinue reading “Seashore”

I sit here in silence with nothing but raindrops to keep me company,They play a pleasing melody like fingers on ivory . . .yet the sounds in my heart are agonizingly out of tunein painful tremors of misfortune. Opportunities abound to enjoy a vibrant lifeif only I could open the door,But the door is heavyContinue reading “Sadness”

A lighthouse with sandcastles below,Rolling waves crashing her feet,Crabs and seals keeping company,Oh, the tales if they could speak. The keeper a man steadfast,An old mariner from the sea,With salty beard and weathered hat,His lighthouse his ship to keep. Circling above the flag on her crown,Seagulls squawk and play,They swoop and swerve in the air,AndContinue reading “The Keeper”

This flame, it won’t extinguish,A hunger I can never satisfy,Deep roots like a shepherd’s tree,A wrong I seek to rectify. Tired of its presence,I deterge my home of mind,Just when I think I’m clean; I’m not,A viscous presence unkind. Perhaps a prayer with raised hands,Will extinguish this flame of mine,Rather, would I kill it!My bodyContinue reading “Unfair”

Let’s keep things on time here,Cause I’m a busy man,But I take my religion seriously,Every chance I can. On Sunday I kneel and pray,Shake hands and sing the songs,I’m as present here as anyone,My friends know I belong. At Sunday noon, I check my watch,To make sure I’m out on time,Because I’m a busy man,AndContinue reading “Jesus Is for Sunday”

The gray sky matches my ungrateful mood,Just below the cloud line,Is a sun laced fog of yellow sky,A scant glimpse of hope for the day. What kind of day is it going to be?Should I crumple my face into a shrug?And what’s with the damn birdThat wakes me up every morning? Kidding me? Whispers ofContinue reading “Waking Froideur”

I sit on a cold, concrete porch,Watching my Papa’s spit can,I lean against the porch post,And wait for the ping of his strike. After walking the vegetable garden,This was the next most exciting thing,For this red headed, Texas youngster,Visiting up north ‘cross the Red River. He grins like a purring cat,And looks me straight inContinue reading “Papa”

The hat’s too big for little ‘ole her,In a denim skirt and boots ‘n spurs,Where’s she goin’ with that long, thin stick?Whilst kickin’ cans and stackin’ bricks? Is she goin’ fishin’ or goin’ to swim?In her denim skirt and hat with a brim,Then she puts a hook on that long, thin stick,And sits right downContinue reading “Destiny by the River”