Michael Calkins(aka)LonelySoul's Blog (67)

This morning awoke with a hush in the air,

Carnage before me and chilled standing hair,

Atop this gnarled hill,in the silence I stand,

Machines had come with a mechanical hand,

Gripping and Gnawing,Ripping and Sawing,

Tore up the ground Scraping and Pawing,

Emptyness had come the progress of mans hand,

A Great destruction no tree could withstand,

Hundreds of trees,now nothing but stumps,

I fell to my knees,my heart in the dumps,

As far as you could…

As I sit here at my desk,

wondering what to write,

searching deep inside myself,

wondering if I'll get it right,

Knowing that I had done my best,

blundering in my life,

Every little task or quest,

everything in my sight,

So I sit here at this desk,

wondering what to write...

What I wanted all along

to have a place where I belong,

a place to love and call my home,

to write my songs and write my poems,

it may…