Our Kids and Our Country

 I still yen for freedom, I can feel it in my heart

But it takes more than a feeling, we all must do our part

An honest day’s pay, for an honest day’s work, kept things right for so, so long

Now in our want to change things, we just might do it wrong
 

Controlling our free enterprise, is like trying to control the tides

It something that just can’t be done, and makes folks choose up sides

Forcing guys and gals, to stay in school until eighteen

Would best be fixed with incentives, to finish at age sixteen

 
We can make things better, when we choose to just do less

Teaching our kids to make it alone, keeps us from a Godly mess

Free cell phones, food and housing, might sound like a good ideal

But my Grand folks got by without it, now how’s that make you feel?

A Mama bird shows a chick to fly, and once the trick’s been shown

The chick has not one option, but to make it on it’s own

I still yen for freedom, I can feel it in my heart

But it takes more than a feeling, we all must do our part

An honest day’s pay, for an honest day’s work, kept things right for so, so long

Now in our want to change things, we just might do it wrong

So teach your kids to ask for help, when there really is a need

But keeping them dependent on you, and they’re really never freed

CGK

The Core of the Earth

The core of the earth
So very hot
Makes our world perspire a lot

In that way
We hew our shape

Form a drop………
Evaporate
 

Winter

I remember after Christmas as a kid and having fun,
When it snowed we all went sledding, we'd squint at snow reflected sun
I remember Uncle Francis 'cause he was real fat,
It was on my thirteenth birthday when he sat on Grandpa's hat
Then of course there was our Grandpa, he was such a know it all,
But we knew he wasn't right no more when he got lost in our front hall
I remember big Aunt Bertha, she would visit a while and go,
Once Dad played a trick on her, stuck her waist deep in the snow
Cousin Eddie came on Christmas, taught me how to pitch a penny,
But he seemed to leave with many coins and I just didn't have any
Cousin Mary picked her nose a lot, stuck her tongue out all the time,
But now she uses food stamps so it all worked out just fine
Uncle Bill worked at a science lab, though himself so very smart,
When talk would disagree with him, he'd belch or try to fart
But I guess as far as families go, I like this one just fine,
'Cause I don't know what yours is like so I guess I'll stick with mine

This fella and I started at about the same time working at a legal research firm. While I moved on Dimitri stayed and made his mark. He was of foreign born parents, making his him different from your typical television fed child of America. He was struck while riding his bike from work one day. He went into a coma and shortly after passed on. This is to wish him well on his future voyage.

Dimitri

At one time we worked side by side, when our acquaintance was brand new
He was bold yet unassuming, and one's like that are few

Later on our schedules changed, our only time was lunch together
We'd talk about the fate of those in print, politics and weather

Often times he'd read aloud, a story of this or that
It gave us all some food for thought, spurring we who were there to chat

Though much news wasn't new to me, I'd listen with great care
For I had come to understand, it was Dimitri's way to share

He'd read with great embellishment, his voice would fall and rise
For a man who rode his bike to work, he was truly worldly wise

It was from these times at noon each day, that set this man apart
And made me come to realize, the grandeur of his heart

So now he's taken from us, and tragically so young
But "Worry not for Dimitri", was whispered from a Spirit's tongue

For Dimitri rides in heaven, delivering newsprint with a flair
But dismounts his bike at noon each day and reads aloud to Angels there

Mom