At Home With The Aspens

There's an old house
Forgotten in time
Its lonely and cold
Looks so left behind

The old man who died
Had no kin to grieve
The house was his home
Grown over with trees

The Aspens have grown
Up through the floor
Into the windows
And out the back door

The house fully paid
There were no more bills
The tax collector sighed
For this house on the hill

Minds Eye

There are  scenes
Photographic dreams
Once in a lifetime
Favorites of mine

Some visions last
Like ghosts from my past
Friendly and warm
In from the storm

Like an old friend
These visions again
Grace my minds eye
Past wonderful times


Radio Silence

Beyond the hectic here and now
In time just like a dream
A thought a distant photograph
A peaceful autumn scene

There is only one time
Where stations come in clear
Where just the hum of white noise
Is all we want to hear

Let all thoughts and worries
Blow away in the wind
They shouldn't be the death of us
They'll come and go again

Find your peace this peaceful time
Where nature goes to sleep
Take a break, relax a bit
A harvest you will reap

Rust Train Radio

When the world seems full of woe and strife
On an autumn day - go outside
Smell the leaves rusting in the air
See the colors that almost seem unfair

Yes, miracles sneak past
How long will they last?
Do they have an expiration date?
Have I arrived too late?

Its getting more rare in this world
With so many hate flags unfurled
Just take a walk outside
To energize the love you have inside

Nature is your guide
Rekindle the spirit inside
Look all around and you'll feel
New hope with natures key

Sasparilla

She was a girl they called Sasparilla
She was pure gold and spicy sweet
Her smile drove all the men wild
When she'd pass them on the street

One day she was just gone
No one knew where she went
Some say they saw her board a train
T0 everyone's lament

Seems she went off to the city
Where she joined a punk rock band
No one knew she had it in her
No one really could understand

Just last year we heard her
On the radio station
Looks like she finally made it
In Nashville, and across the nation

You can take the girl out of the country
But you couldn't take the country out of that girl
I guess she needed time to find herself
And now her oyster is the whole wide world

She was a girl they called Sasparilla
She was pure gold and spicy sweet
Her smile drove all the men wild
When she'd pass them on the street

Pumpkin Hill

They say there's no gold left in these hills
I respectfully disagree
I see golden squash and pumpkins
As far as the eye can see

Mining's fine but not my thing
All that glitters is not gold
When autumn comes to town
These colors never get old

I mark each year
When the trees make their final show
Before they sleep
Before the year grows old

Effervescent Neon Light

Effervescent neon light
Will the leaves fall off tonight
One poor tree has lost its leaves
This yearly cycle sure does please

A finer coat I've never seen
These vibrant colors of the leaves
Effervescent neon light
Will the leaves fall off tonight

And The Clock Struck Autumn . . .

As if on cue
Colors changed
When they wanted
There's nothing we could do

Go outside
Grab your camera
Limited time offer
Before the colors hide

Soon the snow
Rain and wind
Will change the scene
The leaves will go

Trestles, Tracks and Wires

Cross the Continental Divide
Are trestles, tracks and wires
What man hath conspired
The riches desired

In my minds eye
What makes me fly
Is natural beauty
Always on duty

Nature bats last
Our future is cast
Long after we're gone
Nature lives on

She Haunts Me

She haunts me
Cuz I know she wants me
But why and what for?
I'd rather ignore

I just can't escape her
I don't know who made her
Could it be God?
Why is she so odd?

She whispers in tongues
Through tightly pursed lips
Her arms with bent wrists
And hands that seem limp

She has jaundice eyes
Looks down from on high
Unhealthy and cold
Died young I've been told