“Yigaquu osaniyu adanvto adadoligi nigohilvi nasquv utloyasdi nihi” Cherokee – “May the Great Spirit’s blessings always be with you.”
More Walls
Squirrels in my rafters,
Chipmunks under the floor.
It seems like all of nature,
Is coming to my door.
I don’t mind their beady eyes,
As they look at me and stare.
It’s how fast they reproduce,
That has me in a scare.
I figure in the winter months,
With all of us living inside,
At their fast rate of expansion,
I’ll need more walls to let them hide.
CAWatson11/19/2007
Jenny Elizabeth
Sweet, Jenny Elizabeth,
My sweet amber blue.
You were once a baby,
And I cuddled you.
Now, a fine woman,
So full of grace.
With a child of your own,
You’ve found your place.
I knew you’d flourish,
I knew you’d grow.
And, I know with your happiness,
I never needed more.
Mom
CAWatson11/19/2007
Attic Sounds
In the softness, and drifting, of one early, grey, fall, morn,
I woke to a strange rustle that I’d never before known.
A tiny movement, then a gnawing, chewing sound.
There were squirrels in my attic, that should be on the ground.
I grabbed up my shotgun, then knew that wouldn’t work.
There had to be a method on the computer or in a book.
Meanwhile, they were still gnawing, and chewing at my wood.
I picked up a long board, and pounded around where I could.
That made them go scampering, further up in my eaves.
Why aren’t they outside playing and running in their leaves?
CAWatson11/18/2007
Metalsmithing
Silver spirals.
Jewelers rouge.
Copper and brass,
Smooth as a luge.
Forming beauty,
With a simple tool.
Seeing wonder,
Setting at a stool.
Torch and flame
Fuse the joint.
Know the metals,
Melting point.
CAWatson11/18/2007
Wasted Tires
Some memories hold,
Of bitterness and strife.
As wasted tires,
Of another man’s life.
Winter snows reveal them,
For what they are.
Baggage left deteriorating,
Left to clear and haul.
CAWatson11/11/2007
Woodland
Tell me ol’ woodland,
With ferns and mossy greens.
Where do you flow,
In our hearts longing streams?
We’ve scarred you and forsaken you,
My sweet wooden glen.
We’ve raped you and sold you,
To the greedy old men.
Once, were the paths,
That I walked as a child.
Now, there are buildings,
With papers to be filed.
Long is the day,
That friends played in the wood.
Long is the day,
Children played as they should.
Hold me kind nature,
Wrap me in your grand bliss.
Let me feel the wind blow,
Let me feel your sweet kiss.
CAWatson11/07/2007
True religion is the life we lead, not the creed we profess.
– Louis Nizer (1902-1994) American Lawyer
You and Me
Tell me, oh, swirling wind of time,
Was there a beloved I was meant to find?
Did I once pass by a strangely opened door?
Did I choose not to see, what would give me more?
Do we miss the chance, once it’s silently passed?
Is it only for a moment, does it go that fast?
Are there truths and choices in our every move?
Are there paths to hurt and paths to soothe?
Is all that was and is, all there ever will be?
Is it really down to the basics, of you and me?
Then, may your tears lead to freedoms care,
May your dreams be ones to hold and share.
CAWatson11/03/2007
Know the Heart
Shall we drift in dreams of wonder,
Wandering paths, marked in time?
Or is our calling for another,
For the inner spark we find?
Do we dazzle one another,
In a dance of social skill?
Are we knowing of our being?
Do we have the power to fill?
Is our conscious full of rubbish?
Do we hear the verdict call?
Count you down for the last hour.
Count you down before you fall.
Time unnumbered teaches character.
Teaches lessons learned with thought.
Is our object to gain possessions,
Or do we need to know the heart?
CAWatson11/03/2007
