The wind holds you gently as you glide through the air
Yours eyes focused sharply on the movement down there

Hunting ,circling, lower you go
Your red tail it glistens in the golden sunrise
I watch enamored just mesmerized

Focused deliberate the prey in your sight
It scampers Oblivious of your inbound flight

Your body slowly rotates prepared to attack talons out stretched with wings folded back

My heart beating rapidly anticipating the impact

And then in a instant, in a big puff of fur ,leaves fill the air as your wings stir, up into the air away with your prize

The beauty of nature witnessed at Sunrise

Bill Hamilton

We pass quietly in the dim morning light,a nod of the head and all is right.

Coffee cup in hand and a marked up ***  perhaps in morning briefing you stood right next to me

I didn't recognize your face your name I did not know
But the connection we share most will never know

When they said you didn't make it back today .my heart sank in my chest I prayed for your family ,friends and all the rest .

We know all too well the dangers that we face ,yet we can't keep our self's from coming to this place.

For there's something deep in all of us that binds us to this fate .

  Billl Hamilton

The pines sway gently in the afternoon sea breeze ,
Their limbs stretch upward toward the bright blue sky,
They feel safe under my watchful eye

Oh lord Byron you silly fool ,breaking all society's rules

Women come and women go

But you can't let the words go, they follow you everyday in your mind they run and play

Silly rhymes of love forlorn, men and women you did adore

Your lovely sister ,your true love,who are these people that they  judge

Your exile they say is out of shame,but we both know your not to blame

For we are different a separate lot,we leave our mark, and then we're gone,leaving only our love forlorn

I am building a wall
A thick, stone wall,
I am a man,a mason
Surrounded by walls.

I built them myself,
I was sure they would help,
Those amazing walls.
Sleepless nights I toiled only to awakened my soul soiled.


From the outside it looks grey,dark and dain
Thick colorless stones of pain,
Of no interest, of desolation,
I alone in isolation.
An island ? a paradise?
A prison I say, but the devil you know is a much safer way

But inside, where no one sees
I work tirelessly painting these halls
And those very walls that keep people away,they are lined with the art I create everyday.

The walls are decorated with my paintings of life
The floors made of poems of love and strife.
And from the ceilings hang the lights,the very lights that did once shine so bright


And yet, no one...
No one to share the beauty,
The richness of my inner walls,
The walls I made.....

Bound by my fears ,free to shake the shackles of my self imposed imprisonment.
Yet I carry on in quite desperation. Behind these walls

We are all free sprits all destin to roam And so, From our homes we leave again ,summoned by the heat and wind

In Sweat soaked shirts ,and with battle worn tools
Mother nature suffers no fools

Dusty boots that have been through hell. Chasing the embers as they fell.

Choking ash and thick grey smoke,getting the line in is our only hope


Single file we make our way ,through the day and into the night we are kindred sprits in this  fight.

Some from near, some from far some are young , and some are old but in their hearts they are all green and gold.

If we pass on the line, a brief nod will be just fine , you are all my  brothers and sisters, we are all of like mind.


With this i leave you there isn't much time don't morn for me because iam fine .iam  the cool spring rain, the warm summer sunshine, just nod as you feel me bump up the line . my job is done here, it ended too quick, carry on my friend I got your six.    

Bill Hamilton