My Puppy

My Puppy

He waits each morning

Until it’s light

He left the house

Last night

Now he’s lost his place and

You can see on his face.

He hasn’t learned not to roam

And has wandered far from home.

The Bear's Night Journey

A Bear’s Night Journey

When I started to travel this night

It seemed to be a very quick decision.

But I knew it would be all right,

My eyes are adapted to nighttime vision

I usually make these decisions alone

But this morning our group was called together

By our leader who said in an ugly tone

“You must bring more food before bad weather.

We almost always have food availability

And can fill up on fish and rabbits.

Next to our leader I have the best ability

But sending me off hunting is one of his habits

Tomorrow I must go through a human field

They have come to see all bears as danger

There is nothing I can do to make them yield

Then there will be a problem with the local ranger

But the journey has now begun

Dune

ADVENTURES Of DUNE

There are eighteen novels connected to Dune;

A dry sandy planet which looks like Earth’s Moon.

A long time in the future or perhaps in the past.

We humans are no better in the Universe blast .

But here we need to seek no apology.

Readers of the novels will gain much psychology.

So look at the sand dunes painted above.

Then read the novels that you will come to love

The Eagle's Story

The Eagle’s In Charge 

Millions of Years ago

I started out.

Just over a hundred years ago

I joined the Boy Scouts.

Now as I watch out

Over the land

America’s the place

I will continue to stand

Sitting On The Edge of Time

Sitting On The Edge of Time

Looking through the window of my computer

Listening to the outside world

With over seventy four years of life gone past

To an uncertain future; slowing eyes, ears and memory

I smile, look over the edge of time, then jump.

No, someone says he’s too old

No one laughs

And then, released from damns in each of us

New ideas flood our conversation

At times each flounders

Fearing he or she is beyond their depth.

But always someone throws a lifeline.

No one drowns

At last we’re tired

And sit on cushions staring

Eyes meet again from flowing minds

We leave out thought adrift

What is democracy

But the right

To swim together

In conversation

Wisdom and the Light of Truth

               He march’s along, blinded by the light of truth

               Shining from the inside out, it guides his way

               Through Darkness

               He sees so clearly within the distance

               Of his mind, that he fails to hear

               The truths of others

               And so he walks alone in silence.

                Blinded by the light of truth

               Hs stumbles and then falls

               Each step becomes less certain

               Unknowing that the light he sees

               Is nothing but a curtain.