Buster Brown and the Great Fall

I listened to the silence,
As the little shoe fell.
Deeper, deeper, down the old well.
I listened with amazement,
At the distant ker-splash,
As the one little shoe,
Hit the water…

I had told her I wouldn’t wear them.
I had told her they looked like boys shoes.
She said they were for play.
She said they were Buster Browns
She said they would be good and sturdy.
I hold told her I wouldn’t wear them
I had told her they looked like boys shoes.

I slowly pushed back,
The old weathered board,
That covered the well.
Buster Brown had fallen so far.
Perhaps, it was his greatest feat…
Buster Brown and the great fall,
I told her I wouldn’t wear them.

CAWatson 08/15/2009

The trouble with the world is….

The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.
Bertrand Russell

The Chief Danger…

“The chief danger in life is that you may take too many precautions.” – Alfred Adler

Genius…

Genius is something that passes through a person.
The task of the person is to not get in the way.
For works of genius come from another place.
It is the part of reality that knows how to sway.
It is the part of dreams that lead us to a higher space.
It is the creative soul spreading out into the day.

CAWatson07/27/2009

The Four Wisdoms

Speak only what you mean.
Say it with truth and care.

Don’t take things personal.
Look at life honest and fair.

Don’t make assumptions.
The truth is worth the wait.

Always do your best.
It’s never too late.

CAWatson07/26/2009

Ezra…

Jenny, sweet Jenny,
Sweet Jenny, so true.
She wanted the world,
So she was blessed with you.

You’re teaching her wonders,
You take all her time.
You ask her hard questions,
You Grandson, of mine.

I love to watch
The both of you grow.
And now there’s sweet Lucy,
To add to the flow.

What wisdom you teach us,
As you test our belief.
What wonders you show us,
From the sky to a leaf.

There’s always adventure,
There’re always new sights.
You awaken our memory,
You turn back on the lights.

The world is a miracle,
And we are here to grow,
I’m so very happy,
That it’s you I get to know.

CAWatson07/25/09

Quilts…

Amongst the threads
Of tattered dreams,
A quilt emerges,
For all, it seems.

Patterns always vary,
Due to cloth and time.
Some are so simple,
Others are divine.

All holds a beauty.
Some show it in vain.
Others have earned it,
Through struggle and pain.

Crazy quilt velvet,
Stitches so fine.
Knots hold others,
There’s a missing piece in mine.

Look at your quilt.
Is it fluffy or thin?
Does it give warmth to others?
Does it tell where it’s been?

When you spread it out,
Does the story run true?
Have you patched all the tears?
Have you patched all of you?

CAWatson07/25/2009

Greed….

I see the children,
They lie in the grave.
I see fathers in torment,
While mothers wail and pray.

The armies came.
They bombed, they killed.
They took the land,
They trod the field.

It’s always the greed,
That makes a war.
It’s always the power,
That they’re fighting for.

Lay down your weapons.
Look at what you’ve done.
You’ve lost your morals,
Even if you’ve ‘won’.

We’re all merely beings,
Living in this big place.
We all want happiness,
No matter what our race.

The choice is for taking.
The hope is for peace.
The souls of our children
Must play, instead of cease.

CAWatson 7/24/09

Henry David Thoreau….

In proportion as he Simplifies his Life, the Laws of the Universe will appear less complex, and Solitude will not be solitude, nor Poverty poverty, nor Weakness weakness.
–Henry David Thoreau

Civilized….

Before our white brothers came to civilize us we had no jails. Therefore we had no criminals. You can’t have criminals without a jail. We had no locks or keys, and so we had no thieves. If a man was so poor that he had no horse, tipi or blanket, someone gave him these things. We were too uncivilized to set much value on personal belongings. We wanted to have things only in order to give them away. We had no money, and therefore a man’s worth couldn’t be measured by it. We had no written law, no attorney or politicians, therefore we couldn’t cheat. We were in a really bad way before the white man came, and I don’t know how we managed to get along without the basic things which, we are told, are absolutely necessary to make a civilized society.
— Lakota Sage Lame Deer (from John Lame Deer, Seeker of Visions)