Cinderella

Cinderella, don't you run by so fast-
there are so many things that you will miss!
Grab hold of these moments and make them last,
slow down, don't run, and take in all of this.
I know that you have to be on your way
the magic is gone and the clock has rung.
All the stories I told to end your day
are now put away and that book is done.
But look around before you leave this dance
at all the wonder that's been given you 
for you will never get another chance
to be this young and see the world so new.
What you have run past, what you leave behind
your youth, your dreams, will be so hard to find.

The Birds in Winter

The birds in winter
as they fly and softly sing
    (over the snow)
remind me of spring.

The Old Coat

I still have the coat that you gave me
years ago, when we were very young
and everything we were going to be
was something that had yet to be done.


It's a bit worn, the fashion is old
but I wear it when a hard wind blows.
It keeps me warm when winter is cold
but that's why you gave it, I suppose.


I've other coats, some plain, some fancy
and this old coat's had a good long run.
But none seem to fit me as easy
so I just keep on wearing this one.


I'll wear it until my story's told
and when I've gone on to my repose
then it will be put away or sold
just another part of my old clothes.

Driving Out To You

As the sun goes down tonight
in the last of this day’s light
know that I’ll be thinking, dear, of you.
When work is done today
then I’ll be on my way
to spend this night, my dear, with you.

I wish I weren’t so far
or had a faster car
I’d have more time to spend, my dear, with you.
But now I’m wasting time
by writing down this rhyme
when I should be driving home to you.

So when this day is done
and you see the setting sun
know that I’m driving out to you.
And when I’m finally there
you’ll see how much I care
and know that always I love you.

I know that there will be
a day for you and me
where I will be always holding you.
But ‘til that day is here
know that I love you dear
and that I’m always thinking of you.

All That Remains

It's gone, I said.
Whatever was there is dead.
All that remains is a ghost
living in my head.

Every once in a while
it bangs and bumps and rattles it's cage.
Every once in a while
 I talk with it
  and tell it it's dead
   and living only in my head.

And sometimes it can't see
that it's dead and it's gone
to everyone but me.
And it rises and runs
and tries to sit in the driver's seat
but it can't find the keys.

It's gone, it's done, it's a ghost
living only in me.

108 When the sun goes down tonight

When the sun goes down tonight

And the day turns into cold dark night

That’s when I know everything will be alright

When you’re holding me in your arms tonight

That’s when I know that things will be alright.

You know it’s been a real hard day

You know I almost lost my way

But if you’d just hold on and let me stay

Then I think that I could find my way

If you’d just hold on and let me stay.

I thought our time was over and done

That it passed away like the setting sun

But I’ve realized now you’re the only one

That can hold me past the setting sun

And I know now you’re the only one.

Faded Glory

Something that started as an idea months ago, based on my impressions of the life of Lindsay Lohan.  I often watch her travails and shake my head in wonder, trying to figure out where in the hell the young girl that starred in The Parent Trap went to.



Oh, when I was young
I played in the sun
and ran in the sea;
everyone was fascinated by me
I was what they wanted to be.


But time came along
and it played its song.
Now I'm what you see
just a shadow, a fading memory,
of a beauty that used to be.


It's not what I planned
yet still here I stand.
When they look at me
do you know what all of those people see?
They see only what used to be.


So now I’m a show
I prove what you know
So that all can see
And tell their children not to be like me
That such beauty is never free.

The Sandpiper and The Sea

We sat on the sand, her watching the sea
and I was watching her hair in the breeze.
I love to watch her hair when it flows free,
like the waving leaves of some willow trees.

We heard the whispers of the wind and sea,
felt the coolness of the sand on our skin.
She turned to me, put her hand on my knee
and then rested her head beneath my chin.

She sighed and turned and then looked at me
and blushed so deeply when she saw my eyes.
"Tell me," she said, "what it is that you see
when you look at me like I am your prize."

I searched for an answer deep inside me
then lifted my eyes to look at the waves.
I saw my answer running by the sea
like so many small little feathered braves.


"I think." I said. "that you are to me
what I see running down by the sea.
Always following the waves and yet
so afraid of getting your feet wet.
Wanting forever to be so near
and yet always filled with so much fear
that you feel you must run and hide
whenever you see the rising tide."


She turned her head to look back at the sea
and said as a smile softly crossed her face,
"If that's what you see when you look at me
then I will always be sure of my place."

She turned from the sea to look back at me
her face painted red from the setting sun
"Sandpipers will forever chase the sea
and will do so until this world is done.

"And just as sandpipers run from the sea
I know I'll run when you want me to stay.
And I know that's how we will always be
with me chasing you as you pull away.

"But I'm sure that you will always chase me
when I turn to run from the rising tide.
Just like sandpipers always need the sea
I will always need to be at your side."


"That", I said, "is the way it should be,
with you always standing next to me.
From the very first day that we first met
I felt certain that our fate was set.
I've always known, it was always clear
that I always want you to be near.
Just like sandpipers follow the tide
I will always need you by my side."


We sat together still watching the sea,
the curls of her hair right beneath my face.
I felt her shiver and pulled her to me
forever certain that this was her place.

We watched the sun sliding beneath the sea
knowing that another day was now done.
"Come," I said, "let me show you what can be.
Day is over but the night is still young."

She stood with me, turned away from the sea,
then she smiled and started to run away.
I laughed, then chased her as she ran from me
telling her she won't get away this day.

I ran to her, catching her easily
and took from her lips a passionate kiss.
No one, save the sandpipers and the sea,
were near enough to see any of this.

Happy New Year

There is a tradition in my family that what you do on New Year's Day sets the tone for the rest of the year. What you do today is what you will be doing for the rest of the year.

So, today I hope you are surrounded by those that love and appreciate you. I hope you laugh often and smile continuously. I hope you there is someone in your life that makes you feel better just by being around them. And I hope you consider yourself fortunate to be you and can find joy in your life.

Here's hoping you have a Happy New Year everyone!

Stop and Smell the Cows

Tonight I was walking out of the Hillside Farms Dairy Store where I have been buying my milk.  It was dark and chilly and there was a distinct smell of cow in the air.  And while that smell is not one that I would bottle up and sell at the perfume counter of Macys, it was still strangely soothing.

The smell reminded me that the bottle of milk I was holding in my hand had a tangible connection to the land I was walking on.  The air I was breathing in was the same air that the cows’ breath was misting in as they walked into their barn across the street.   The water I saw in the stream next to the road was the same water that those cows drank.  Everything around me, from the dirt and grass beneath my feet to the sun that shone so brightly that day, was part of the milk in the bottle in my hand.

Years ago, when I was younger than my own children are now, that connection with nature was something that I rarely thought about.  Right in our backyard, my Mother had a vegetable and root garden.  I still remember her warm potato salad, made with potatoes and onions from her garden and covered in chives she had cut that day from her flower garden.  I remember going to an orchard in Noxen and picking our own apples fresh from the trees.  I remember driving by Harter’s Dairy and seeing the cows that made the milk the milkman delivered to our house.  I remember stopping on a fall afternoon and buying gallons of apple cider that Mr. Spencer and his family had pressed that day from apples they had picked from the trees behind their barn.  On that same road, we used to pass by a house where you could see the bee hives they kept and where you could buy quarts of “… the freshest honey outside of a hive.”

But mostly I remember my Mom, Dad, Brother and I filling buckets with wild blueberries at Rickett’s Glen State Park.  Then we would stop in Steele’s Restaurant after a day of hiking, swimming and blueberry picking to have some fresh cooked food and Blueberry Pie made with blueberries picked by Mr. and Mrs. Steele and baked that day.  Nothing to this day has ever compared to the taste of Mrs. Steele’s homemade blueberry pie, served warm with vanilla ice cream.

I wonder how many of today’s generation have ever felt that connection.  I wonder where they think food comes from.  Do they realize that there is more to food than supermarket shelves and boxes of prepared meals?  How many of them have ever seen a cow, up close and in person?  How many of them know what an apple fresh from the tree tastes like, or have ever felt a freshly picked strawberry squirt juice all over their tongue as they take a bite?  Can they even know what they are missing?

In this world filled with email, virtual pets, on-line dating, e-books and digitally altered photography it is a good thing once in a while to walk on a farm and rest in the shade of an old tree while eating an ice cream cone that the cows in the field below you made the milk for yesterday morning.  Touching the grass that the cows ate and seeing the milk the farmer collected and then turned into the ice cream that cools your tongue on a warm day will put you in touch with yourself.  You will discover things about yourself.   You will realize that you are indeed a part of this whole universe, this chain of being.  Whoever you conceive God to be, it is easier to get in touch with the divine when there are fewer man-made things between you and the universe.  Whether we evolved in this world to be a part of it or if we were designed and made to fit into it, it is still better to realize that we are a part of this world.  We are made from the bones of this earth and it is a good thing to touch them once in a while and ground ourselves.

So, if you can, get out today and find that part of you that lives on a quiet farm or in an autumn-tinted forest.  Bask in the sunshine, let the water of a stream tickle your fingers and deeply breathe in the air around you.  Take your children there and let them learn about that part of themselves.  And teach them that it is a good thing, once in a while, to stop and smell the cows.

For more information about the wonderful volunteers and sublimely beautiful dairy and farm at The Lands at Hillside Farms, see their webpage here or check them out on their Facebook page.

Like Leaves in Autumn

Where does the hour go?

(when we turn the clock ahead

and that hour just evaporates

like a summer puddle on a hot sidewalk

here, then gone...

no memory of it...

no moments, no minutes

just a sense that it was here

like a long dead relative in an old photograph

touching on some part of you you can't define)

Where are all those hours I spent with you?

(turning the clock ahead

watching those moments blow away

like leaves in autumn

they were here

I have some sense of them...

but now they're gone)

Where have all those moments gone?

The Long Day Now is Over

The long day now is over

and I see the setting sun.

The long day now is over

and now all my work is done.

The long day now is over

and all my work is complete;

having done what must be done

I'm ready to rest my feet.

The long day now is over

there is no more need to run

and labor in the heat

of a hot and cruel sun.

 

The long day now is over

and I see the cool sweet night

where you lay and wait for me

in the sunset's soft red light.

The long day now is over

and all that I want to be

is the man that holds you tight

in the shade of our old tree.

 

The long day now is over

and I see you waiting there

smiling as I walk to you

forgetting my every care.

The long day now is over

there is nothing I must do

but run my hands through your hair

and stare in your eyes so blue.

 

The long day now is over

and I'm ready for my rest

to lay my head next to that

of the one that knows me best.

The long day now is over

and I want the woman that

brightens me like lemon zest

brightens a meal that tastes flat.

 

The long day now is over

I have watched the setting sun.

The long day now is over;

the best of life has begun.