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Poem Title: Memories of the Day
When the evening breeze is haunted
By the memories of the day
And the water sounds are muted,
As I walk along the bay.
When the night is quickly falling
And the stars begin to show,
There is comfort in surroundings
I appreciate and know.
Yet I'm thinking of tomorrow
And the years that stretch ahead.
I'm wondering what they'll to bring me
And directions I'll be led.
Then my thoughts go turning backward,
To the years I've spent with you.
How I hope we'll be together,
When the future comes in view
And quite suddenly I'm longing
For the sight of your dear face
And the darkness speeds my footsteps,
As I hurry to our place.
Where the firelight is cheerful.
Cabin's cozy as can be
And I feel a great crescendo,
When you turn and smile at me!
Poem Title: Wolf Pack
It was at night when first they came
And nothing's ever been the same.
I used to wander out and back
And never see a hostile track.
I saw their footsteps first, you know.
Emblazoned in fresh, fallen snow.
I recognized them right away.
It cast a shadow, let me say.
We're told that wolves will not attack
A human, but I've seen a pack
Pull down a moose with savagery
That left a fear inside of me
And soon, I heard the chilling sound
Of howls that came from all around,
So, I began to stay indoors
Or outside, hurry through my chores.
I'd see them skulking under trees
And sometimes, on the evening breeze,
I'd hear their yips or sudden growls,
When all I used to hear was owls.
My snowshoes hung upon the wall.
I seldom wore them, I recall.
The winter slowly wore away
And finally, one sunny day,
I couldn't stand it anymore.
I went outside and slammed the door,
Then walked the woods, enjoyed the sun
And when the day was nearly done,
I turned for home and I could see
The wolf pack had been tracking me.
They wouldn't meet me eye to eye,
But they still watched as I passed by.
They go their way, while I go mine
And so far, everything is fine,
Except for knowing they're around
And jumping at the slightest sound!
Poem Title: Were There Roses?
My yard is beautiful and yet
It often fills me with regret
That I was not around to see
The garden Eden used to be.
I've tried to picture it, but find
It places limits on my mind,
For I am sure no one today
Has seen such glory on display.
And were there roses? Surely yes!
As well as other blooms, I guess,
That scent the air and please the eye
And as the seasons pass on by,
I wonder, were there changes there,
Or was it always warm and fair>
I'll never know the answers to
These questions I am asking you.
There's one thing I don't have to fear,
For I have found no serpents here,
But neither have I found the tree
That promises eternity!
Poem Title: Prairie Winter
It's been a lonely winter here.
I've been alone and filled with fear.
Not noted for my bravery,
Yet life has called it forth from me.
I've faced the wind, the snow and cold.
My husband's gone to search for gold.
He left me here away last fall
And went to answer Mammon's call.
I've had a horse and cow to tend.
An old, brown dog I count as friend.
The dugout is a gloomy place.
The window shows the snowy face
Of all the land that round here lies
Beneath the leaden sweep of skies
And even on a sunny day,
I still can't drive sad thoughts away.
I have to hang on for awhile.
There is a slowly ebbing pile
Of rice and beans, some flour too,
That has to be enough to do.
Some days I think I will go mad,
Remembering the hopes we had
When we first came to homestead here,
But by myself, it's very clear,
Though hopes die hard, mine are quite dead.
Survival claims my thoughts instead,
So when it's spring, I'll make my way
Back to my family, to stay.
There's nothing left except to go.
One winter is enough, I know!
Poem Additional Notes:
Mammon - in the New Testament, referred to as the false god of riches and avarice.
Loosely based on a true happening, involving a distant relative of mine, at
the turn of the century (1900) when she was left all alone on the Montana prairie
while her husband went to Alaska to strike it rich! She never heard from him
again.
