Life

We fight it don't we?  When things happen that are beyond our control, we seek answers in our own minuscule repertoire.  In truth, the answers or solutions that we seek are usually beyond our pay grade. Politicians ask us to fund great programs that will allow government to design solutions that will protect us for eons. What fools.  I wrote this poem in response to their call for World Governance as the answer to all men's problems.  My bible says in Matthew 6:33 "But seek ye first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you."

Life

Whatever month you choose,

the world will turn

and tilt as seasons cycle

in their scripted course.

As vapors come and go

from land and sea,

so may some life forms

as they have through

eons past.

Snow falls when temperatures

dip low,

and rain, where temperate

climate reigns.

And floods, whenever God allows.

The score of nature is

not ours to tweak.

And lightning burns

the forest for a reason.

Our world is still in flux

and changing,

as all of life

is here but for a season.

The deserts shift to

fruited plains.

The sea becomes dry land.

But not one change

on this old earth

was wrought by man’s

own hand.

Creatures come and go,

but not because some bell

has rung.

The shepherd does

the best he can.

But in the end

it’s up to God.

Not man.

Dennis Price

Summer Memories

I used to take a short cane pole

and head out for the creek

where tannin colored water ran

like iced tea over white soft sand.

It pooled in bends or near felled

trees in deep black holes where

fishes hid.

With weight and hook

and wiggling worm

I’d drop my line and watch the

bobbing bobber disappear

when fish would bite

and take their flight to

wrap my line around some

hidden snag.

Dennis Price 

March Sailing

MARCH SAILING

It started out a lovely day

March breezes softly blew.

I pulled my sailboat to the lake

my wife the only crew.

But as we launched, clouds drifted in

cool wind began to gust.

It was my crewmate’s first assist

some training was a must.

My boat was small with open hull

no keel, just centerboard.

I turned her bow into the wind

set sail and ran from shore.

She heeled to starboard on a reach

my wife was seated there.

The gunnels touched the water line

her eyes were wide with fear.

The water finally breached the side

and roused her from the trance.

She crossed the hull and glared at me

with malice in her glance.

I took the hint and made for port

riding with the wind.

I’d have to find another crew

or sail alone again.

Dennis Price