Hog Work

In swaying, vast oceans
Of wayward swine,
The old farmer moves
Worn jacket.
Snagged from past barbwire.
Doing chores.
What must be done.
All his actions smooth.

Time is with the sunlight.
Schedules follow suit.
With the animals,
Come the blessings
Of never endless,
Always constant,
Loving, work.

Leather faced.
Living in the wind blown land.
Hard becomes tender.
Tender soon looks hard.
The furrows show laughter.
Work for others,
Is sometimes therapy,
The heart must decide.

CAWatson9/16/2007

“All conditioned things are impermanent” – When one sees this with wisdom, one turns away from suffering. This is the path to purification. – Buddha

Rhyming

Rhyming…
Oh, no…
They don’t do that any more.
Modern poetry,
Contemporary style.
Words scattered,
As birds from the field.
In flocks
and even flow.

They don’t rhyme it any more.

CAWatson9/13/2007

Australia Trip

The Prez, is takin’ a trip to Australia
Gonna cost us, poor folk, two hundred mill.
4,000 of us could have 50 thousand.
That would pay off most of my bill.

He’s taking two helicopters along with his entourage.
Now, I don’t remember him askin’ if he could.
He’s merely spendin’ my money in excess.
And freedom isn’t flowing like it should.

I wanna have it, be kind and simple.
I wanna share, the wealth and no more.
I wanna have us, all look at each other.
And let loose of the hurt we held before.

He doesn’t need to be spending and buyin’.
He has us in debt, till we can hardly breathe.
And he’s killing the lives we hold precious.
I can’t believe we haven’t made him take leave.

CAWatson9/02/2007

Whispering Winds

Whispering winds, blowing through my mind,
Telling me stories of a spirited humankind.
Flowing sweetly, then rushing on past,
Letting me know, somehow we will last.

Catching a glimpse of an honest man to ponder.
Then, watching the big suits exchange money to launder.
All of us seeking to find our own way.
All of us trying to make it through the day.

Except, some are caring and have morals, too.
It depends on the cost, you’ll let fall on you.
Some are plain evil, they’ve encased their heart.
They don’t understand, they are killing that part.

Summers come and winters flow.
I refuse to carry any past woe.
There’s so much love and happiness to feel,
And, I won’t give it up for some fast, shady deal.

We all have our reasons, blowing through the wind.
We all have those times, we feel that we have sinned.
We also have beauty and compassion to give.
It merely depends on how we choose to live.

CAWatson8/31/2007